capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

WHO: James and Zee.
WHERE: James' place.
WHEN: Sometime after departing from Shade's company and not hearing back from James.
WARNINGS: Always.
SUMMARY: James Bond can't even reach his alcohol. :'|
FORMAT: No.

[She wasn't exactly sure how to deal with this. Perhaps she should have avoided seeing James now, even if he were also affected. She felt herself saying and doing things without a second thought now, things she had learned to stop with the self-restraint that (semi) responsible adults possessed. But she'd just said what was wrong, said she was coming over. That it was weird, but she needed to see him.

By now it felt natural to come to James with her problems. Though, as she stands outside his door, she decides to put off knocking on it by removing the bobby pins in her hair and pulling her hair back all over again. She usually acted on instinct, but this was beyond compulsive. It was the sort of thing she'd do at this age, as she could very easily recall. Her dad wasn't here. She had a make-shift family and seeking out comfort was natural.

She finishes meticulously pinning her hair to the side and raises her fist to the door, hesitating for a few seconds before knocking twice and entering. Her voice is more youthful, perhaps even sweeter.] James? It's Zee. You're here, aren't you?

Threaded | Flat

[He can't really remember how it happened or why he was there, but he remembers everything suddenly being different. New, interesting and ready to be touched and played with. Especially that big ass television and something that looked kind of like an Atari but way more sleeker. In fact, this whole apartment was pretty much amazing. His apartment. Except it wasn't his, he was only twelve. But somehow he knew it was his, he remembers living here alone.

Eventually he can only chalk this whole muddle down to a weird dream. He'd been having a lot of weird dreams lately, especially since he'd moved to England. Settling down to one house, to one bed, no more travelling, ~~no more parents,~~ just to sit and be home schooled by an auntie he barely knew. She was alright though. She made the best of a worst situation. Gave him food, water and shelter, even gave him affection, despite it still being drenched in pity.

Whatever, he's here now, which is cool. And then he can hear someone at the door and he puts a halt to his attempts at trying to reach that dumb cabinet, jumping down from the bar surface and staring over at the door.

Zee? Zee. He knows that name. A friend. A girlfriend? He doesn't even have one those. Especially not one as hot as he remembers her looking. Best dream ever. Except... as he shuffles around the bar to get a better look at her, she's not how he remembers. Considerably shorter, actually, even if there is something considerably Zee about her...]

James is out. [She just has to deal with a blondie kid who's voice isn't even close to breaking, but can still lie his little socks off.]