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[thatfuckingvase]

[a small sigh as she's typing in a lock.] That time of the year, isn't it?

[Locked from Gant | 50% hackable]

To anybody in our old apartment, Phoenix seems to have found a new one. Top floor of Horton, 510 to 512. Any other friends are welcome to visit, if anybody needs help getting there, I'm headed out now.

Jake, why don't you hurry up and grab your things and we can walk there together. I'm sure Ema's waiting.

Additionally, if anybody does need anything, I'm with the force and would be more than happy to assist.

((ooc; backdated to yesterday, February 19, 2010.))

Comments

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Both Ema and I would like to have you there.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Seems a bit crowded already, Madonna. You sure you want me there?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

No, not really, I'm sure you could have your own room, if you wanted.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He sighs]

...I'll think about it.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She can only sigh in response.

Have an apathetic look. She's not moving until Jake agrees to come with.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her.]

Bambina, if you're not going to leave, at least come back to the apartment.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Is there some reason you don't want to?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[The question catches him slightly off guard, though he has been expecting it eventually.]

...it's complicated, Madonna. Just think it might be better if I stay away for a bit.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[...]

Jake, what's going on?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

...nothing.

[He sighs and scuffs his boot across the ground, staring down.]

It's nothing you can do anything about.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'd still like to know.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He looks to the side.]

It's not...

[Sigh]

Nothing I can put in words, Madonna.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[sigh....

She scotches over and pats the seat beside her.] See if you can find them. I can wait.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake gives Lana a look, but takes the seat anyhow, draping his arms around the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for awhile, but eventually speaks up.]

Madonna. If I promise to move in a week, will you go to the others?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[Lana's leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, but keeping a straight back as usual. She sighs.]

I told you, I'm not leaving until you come, too.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake gave a smile-- though whether it was mirthful or sad wasn't obvious.]

My word doesn't mean anything to you?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She looks back, and smiles.]

Not on this one.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Just give me a few more days. I promise I'll move in with everyone if you do.

[He looks down.]

I'll move after that, no more excuses.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She goes back to her somber look, and looks back out.]

You'll be welcomed. Ema'll like having you there to talk to.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake nods, but says nothing more, waiting to see if Lana truly has accepted his proposal.]

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[looking back again.] Would you like me to stay at your apartment until then?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

That's up to you, Madonna.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake sighs and stands.]

Do what you want, Madonna. My door's open to you if you wanna come back, but I won't hold my breath none if you decide to go ahead.

[And with that, the cowboy begins to head back home.]

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She watches him go with a quiet stare.

A few minutes afterward, she'd make her own way back to the Horton apartment.





Yea, she'll be back that evening to spend the night.]