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capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 09:33 am
scarabsuited) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 09:33 am
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WHO: Trowa and Jaime
WHERE: Startin' around some hoity-toity museum and we'll roll from there
WHEN: How about May 11 while the woe is still fresh
WARNINGS: Baw
SUMMARY: Oh come on Jaime just because your mentor, your best friend who is a girl, and your girlfriend all ported out within two weeks of each other doesn't mean you're some special snowflake who should mope about it forever amirite.
FORMAT: No
The museum didn't open for another hour, so said the sign. 'OPEN MON 10-6, TUES 1-6, WED-FRI 10-6, SAT-SUN 9-6'. What the hell. What was so awesome about Tuesday that a guy can't get his history on before one? It annoyed him, and apparently only him; nobody else was standing on the top step staring blankly at the sign like it was written in Klingon. So much for killing time doing something educational.
Jaime stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a step backwards, turning lazily on his heel and stepping down steps heavily, three steps away from the sidewalk before deciding to sit down. The marble was warm from the sun, and he didn't run the risk of getting trampled by the business people scrambling to hail a cab or get across the street back to their offices after lunch hour. Everyone had plenty to do, and an aimless teenager would only get in the way.
He was trying really hard to keep his chin up, truth be told. He'd pushed a smile half-heartedly on his face when he bumped into Victor hours after Mark'd told him about Brenda. It was rough, but it was true what they say: pretend to be happy and you start to feel happy. He'd gotten through that with a helpful façade well enough, even if he did get rather transparent about it. Even my acquaintences know when I'm off. Jeez.
Friday, though...Well, since then, he'd not really bothered to try. Everyone seemed to be alright with that, and he only really gave the effort to joke it off when the support became so overwhelming. Everyone was trying their best to be there...But they shouldn't have to. Jaime had been there longer than any of them. Nonstop. No zapping back, no growing up or growing down...He should be used to it by now.
I should be used to it by now, he thought, staring at the shadows of the people bustling by. It shouldn't be this bad anymore.
WHERE: Startin' around some hoity-toity museum and we'll roll from there
WHEN: How about May 11 while the woe is still fresh
WARNINGS: Baw
SUMMARY: Oh come on Jaime just because your mentor, your best friend who is a girl, and your girlfriend all ported out within two weeks of each other doesn't mean you're some special snowflake who should mope about it forever amirite.
FORMAT: No
The museum didn't open for another hour, so said the sign. 'OPEN MON 10-6, TUES 1-6, WED-FRI 10-6, SAT-SUN 9-6'. What the hell. What was so awesome about Tuesday that a guy can't get his history on before one? It annoyed him, and apparently only him; nobody else was standing on the top step staring blankly at the sign like it was written in Klingon. So much for killing time doing something educational.
Jaime stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a step backwards, turning lazily on his heel and stepping down steps heavily, three steps away from the sidewalk before deciding to sit down. The marble was warm from the sun, and he didn't run the risk of getting trampled by the business people scrambling to hail a cab or get across the street back to their offices after lunch hour. Everyone had plenty to do, and an aimless teenager would only get in the way.
He was trying really hard to keep his chin up, truth be told. He'd pushed a smile half-heartedly on his face when he bumped into Victor hours after Mark'd told him about Brenda. It was rough, but it was true what they say: pretend to be happy and you start to feel happy. He'd gotten through that with a helpful façade well enough, even if he did get rather transparent about it. Even my acquaintences know when I'm off. Jeez.
Friday, though...Well, since then, he'd not really bothered to try. Everyone seemed to be alright with that, and he only really gave the effort to joke it off when the support became so overwhelming. Everyone was trying their best to be there...But they shouldn't have to. Jaime had been there longer than any of them. Nonstop. No zapping back, no growing up or growing down...He should be used to it by now.
I should be used to it by now, he thought, staring at the shadows of the people bustling by. It shouldn't be this bad anymore.
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He wasn't sure about the letting. Or rather, the they. Everyone had their plate full enough or...well, he wasn't lacking in friends, but not all of them were the Sit Down and Talk About Our Feelings type. Most of those type're gone anyway, he thought dryly, exhaling a laugh to match.
"I guess..." he started, already trailing off. "I guess it's just a little too heavy right now. It's never not, even if I keep watching everyone disappear and pop back in, but I guess...I kind of got used to that part. Like, I decided I wasn't going to really panic about it for a week. Because sometimes it's just a small thing, you know?"
He paused, shrugging up his shoulders and scratching his cheek, still talking to the steps. "But now everything's just, like, piling on. Graduating and the DC thing and all this insane political stuff I can't even begin to figure out, and..." Another pause, swallowing. "It's like. I don't know. All my supports are getting knocked out from under me while all this stuff goes down. Nick and Brenda..." Pause. "Abby." His hand drew away and laced fingers with the other, propped up on his knees. Jaime's head sank, forehead resting heavy on top of them. Can't even say the names without...