Trouble Brews
Rocko pulled the car up to outside the bar where they had bought the 'candy' a week ago. "Now remember, it was good stuff. Made you want to touch the walls if he asks." He leaned over and brushed a hair out of Jade's eyes. "Let's go."
"All right, I'll be sure to remember that." She smiled when he brushed her back, Jade liked simple gestures like that. Slipping out of the car, she headed with him into the bar. "Here we go."
Rocko pushed the door open, letting his eyes scan the bar. He wrapped an arm around Jade, while the other rested in his coat pocket. They approached the bar, and Rocko ordered two beers. When the bartender returned, he whispered softly, asking again for the guy who had sold them the candy.
"Nestling up to him, she waited for the guy who they would purchase more candy from. Taking a swig of the beer, she then replaced it on the bar. "You know, this is kind of fun," Jade said well whispering up into his ear.
The bartender returned shortly after, "It'll be a moment, if you don't mind. There's some others being entertained." He then left to service other customers.
Rocko led Jade to one of the tables and sat down. "This is fun. I love candy." he replied, returning her comment, but trying to be unobvious about things. He pulled her chair close, and leaned over, kissing her softly. "This is a nice bar don't you think?" At least, when they were acting, he could get away with that.
She had enjoyed the kiss, but it was only apart of the act. Leaning towards him, she clasped his hand with hers. "It is nice for a bar. Not that I've been in a lot though. I hope he comes soon, so we can get the candy." Jade glanced around the bar quickly, just to scope out the area.
Rocko nodded and sipped the beer, although he drank very little of it. Best to keep sober when he needed his defenses. They were in enemy territory. "I'm sure it will be soon."
Simone left the back room, accompanied by Renee, and Jerry. She scanned the bar, looking for the cute couple he had to make another deal with. When she reached a table near the bar, she let out a silent gasp.. Sitting there was... her sister, Jade. Simone couldn't believe her eyes. Jade was the one going to buy? Didn't sound like her, but who was that attractive man she was with.
Jerry pushed the girls along, fully enjoying their company. Recognizing the couple, they weren't hard to miss, he quickly joined them at the table. Adding a chair to the table, he pulled out two for Simone and Renee, and then sat in his own. "Hello! So, how did you like the candy? It was nice, wasn't it?"
Simone smirked as she took a seat, looking at Jade. She knew Jade was another syndicate, and that this was probably syndicate business. She nodded at them as they said their hellos.
The instant she saw the guy and two females flanking him, she recognized one to only be Simone. Jade moved closer to Rocko when they took a seat, her sister had always made her uncomfortable. She wondered how this would play out as they both knew they were in rival syndicates. Looking up at Rocko, she wondered what he would say.
Rocko raised an eyebrow as the man came out with a pair of females, one whom had an obviously resemblance to Jade. One of his hands rested lightly on the hilt of his gun - he was taking no chances with this. "That shit you sold us last time was fine tasting." Rocko replied. "Why the company? I thought deals like this normally went down a little more, privately."
Renee flipped her hair back over her shoulder as she eyed the couple. Obviously competition. The girl was familiar, and Renee realized that she looked too much like her best friend to not have some sort of resemblances. "Awe, don't worry so much sweetie. We're all in this together." Renee declined the seat, insteading, leaning over the chair.
Jerry waved his hand well speaking, "Oh don't worry, anyway, I'm glad you liked the candy. So, how much more would you like this time?" Looking at the girl, he noticed how much she looked like Simone. It was eery, the resemblance.
Simone smiled. "Of course we are," she said well looking directly at jade. "It's nice to see you again, Jade." Looking directly into Jade's eyes she waited. The last time she had seen her sister, was when Jade had died, or so she though. "So did YOU, like the candy?"
Jade blinked, and cursed inside her head. Her sister had always been the bain of her existence, and this was not the time she wanted to deal with her. Hopefully, Simone wouldn't completely blow their covers. She had to laugh at the fact that Simone hadn't gained very much status in the Blue Snake syndicate for all the years she'd been there. "Excuse miss, I don't know what you're talking about.. My name isn't Jade. It's Cordelia. The candy was wonderful, made me want to touch the wall."
"If you're sure about that," Simoned replied and then asked a waitress to get another round of beers.
Rocko picked up on the exchange. There was definately something there between the two. Still, he decided to continue to play along. "We were thinking of picking up a six-pack this time around. Got a few friends that want to give your stuff a try. If they like it, I'll be sure to send the business your way." His gun was ready, but he remained relaxed. He'd lied his way out of worse situations before.
Renee smiled softly. This could get interesting. She pushed the chair in, and sauntereed over to the bar. She whispered something to the bartender, then turned around to watch the scene unfold. From this vantage, she could have a gun on the pair in two seconds flat.
Jade's eyes followed Renne as she moved over to the bar, and then turned her attention back to Simone. She was waiting for Simone to pull one of her stunts soon.
Jerry nodded, he could always appreciate other business. He loved kids exactly for that reason. "A six-pack, no problem. You got the money? Renee, go get a six pack for them, now." He wondered what was going on with Simone, but she was always running into people that she knew and didn't push it.
Simone wasn't going to push anything tonight, but she would be hanging around this bar for awhile. She'd have to get in contact with her sister to find out what the deal was, and she'd make Jade tell. Jade had always been easy to get information out of her, but she was the only one who could get anything unless Jade wanted you to know. All though, sometime before her new game ended, she'd bed that man. If only out of spite.
Renee nodded, and disappeared into the back. There was something fishy about this deal - she would talk to Simone about it later, but Jerry was comfortable going through with the sale and she wasn't going to object. It wasn't her problem. She returned a moment later with a small bag and placed it in Rocko's hand. "Money?" She said innocently.
Rocko pulled the money out of his pocket and set it on the table. It appeared that the sale would go through with few problems and he wasn't going to start anything. "Glad we could do business again," Rocko said, standing and making a motion to the effect that they would be leaving.
Renee picked up the money, and slide it into the pocket of her short shorts. "It was nice meeting you. Do come back." The words rolled off her tongue like silk.
"Good bye, Cordelia." That was all Simone needed to say.
Jade knew it wouldn't be a good bye, but an introduction for more to come.
Jade was glad to get out of the bar, and quickly moved to the car, pulling Rocko along with her. Getting in, she knew she'd have to explain, but she didn't want to. "Rocko, I'm sorry," Jade blurted out the second they were in the car. She was unaccustomed to acting like this around syndicate members, but couldn't stop her behavior. Simone was the one thing she hated most in life, and the most feared.
Rocko placed a hand on her leg as they drove off. "It's alright. We made it out just fine. But I have a feeling it won't be a good place to hit up again." He watched the road as he drove. "Did you want to talk about it?"
Jade stared out the window as he drove, but she wasn't really looking instead she was recalling former events between Simone and herself. "Simone is my sister, and very aware of the fact that I'm in a rival syndicate. She purposely didn't reveal to much... She wants to have fun," Jade let out a sigh as she ended the sentence. Just when she felt her life was okay and in order nicely, that hell spawn on heels had to return.
Rocko nodded. "I can kill her for you, if you want." He was blunt - if Jade wanted something done, he'd do it for her.
"You know, I've considered it many times myself... and I couldn't have anyone do that. If she had to die, it'd be by me. I may loathe her, but I don't think I want her dead." She paused, looking at him. "Thank you, Rocko. I just don't know what to do." She placed her hand over the one had currently resting on her leg.
Rocko nodded. "Red Dragons have to look out for each other," he replied, although he would have done it for her regardless of their ties. He couldn't help it, but he was falling for her, and now he wanted to protect her - though he doubted that she would ever let him. "Let's get something to eat and head back to headquarters."
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Jin stepped into Valhalla and was instantly assailed by the sounds and smells of his reckless youth. The old band was once again playing on the stage like they did almost every night. Jin knew the instant he saw Rua's eyes watching him from the stage that she had planned for him to come while they were playing. Jin had nearly forgotten how beautiful she was when she was up on the stage singing with all her heart. He had fallen in love with her the first time she sang for him.
The song ended, and instead of ending the set like Jin had assumed Rua stepped back to share a few words with the other members of the band before stepping up to the microphone again. "Tonight we have a special surprise for everyone," Rua said her voice airy as she tried to recover from the exertion of the last song. "A few of you might still remember that years ago we had a different guitarist, and tonight he's come back for one last show with us."
All the eyes in the room followed Rua's gaze to look at Jin as he stood their frozen at her words. Slowly shaking off his dismay he stepped up to the stage. Their new guitarist handed over his instrument and Jin reluctantly took heading straight to Rua. Covering the microphone he leaned in so he could speak to her without being overheard. "I don't appreciate this."
"You will," Rua said smiling at him sweetly before turning back to the mic and the audience.
"Everyone give it up for Jin," her words were followed by the appreciative claps and whistles of the audience who were putty in her hands.
The song started with a heavy drumbeat and the sorrowful words sang in tune to the rhythm. It was almost second nature for Jin, when he punched in with the first riff of the guitar. It had been three years since he had last played the song, but suddenly it was as if hardly a day had passed from his last performance. As he went through the strokes and strums of the song his mind was filled with the hours he and Rua had spent writing the song and putting together just the right melody to go with the words. They had been happy and carefree, content with all they had in the world. Back then it didn't seem like a rainy day would ever come.
Jin snapped back into consciousness with the last chord of the song. He was done with this game. He practically ripped off the guitar, gave a quick wave for the audience and barely let Rua finish her wrap-up speech before pulling her off the stage to sit at the bar.
"You played just like you use to Jin," Jake said setting a glass of scotch in front of Jin and starting to mix a blue fruity drink up for Rua. He always knew exactly what they wanted to drink before they voiced, its what came from years of living together. "I like this new girl, she's sweet and all, but the whole band just sounds better when you play."
"I gave up this life, Jake," Jin said downing his scotch in one swallow. The next part he said pointedly looking at Rua. "I've left it behind now."
"That's a shame Jin," Jake said sadly as he passed Rua her drink and refilled Jin's. "The whole lot of you used to be so happy."
Jake walked away shaking his head and mumbling to himself about 'those damn kids'. Rua watched Jin over the brim of her cup. Now that she had him here sitting in font of her she could feel herself shaking slightly from nervousness. "I didn't think you'd come," she said blushing slightly.
"I told you I would, so I'm here," Jin said he was irate. Right now Cloria was probably back on the SeaDog worrying herself over what was going on, and Jin had to sit here and play Rua's game. "So why did you want me to come here."
"Straight to the point as always Jin," Rua said turning in her seat so she faced the rest of the club. "I left without saying a few things. And I really have say them."
"Then say them Rua," Jin said pulling her around so that she was facing him again. "These games aren't like you."
Rua stood up placing her drink back on the bar she laced her fingers behind Jin's neck. Before he could defend himself she kissed him with all the love she still had for him. Jin, shocked by her behavior, grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pushed her away from him.
"I love you Jin."
"And I love someone else," Jin said placing her back on her own stool. "I can't do his Rua. I want to still be friends with you; there's a lot of history between the two of us. But its history now."
"So that's it then," Rua was barely holding herself together. She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. "I don't know what I expected. But I said it…that's all I intended to do."
"Rua?" Jin asked softly.
"Don't be so sweet to me," she said. When she looked up this time the tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Jin didn't waste a moment on words; instead he lifted her up in his arms and began to carry her up the back stairs to her room. By time he placed her into her bed her body was shaking with her quiet sobs. Not knowing what else to do he grabbed the acoustic guitar from the corner of the room and sat on the edge of her bed and began to play some soft music. It took an hour, but eventually she fell into a deep quiet sleep.
Jin left as quickly as he could, practically flying down the stairs and with a quick word to Jake, was out in the street again. It had been nearly three hours since he had left, and he knew Cloria would still be waiting up for him. Gunning his zip he took off at top speed for the SeaDog.
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Spike stood in the middle of the living room, just to the left of the couch. He felt all right, he supposed - that is, until he tried to move his left arm or lean over. That was when the pain kicked in.
He flexed his arm gingerly, then winced. Yes, it hurt, but it was bearable. Slowly, he leaned over to touch the ground. Again, the wicked twinge stabbed his side, but he ignored the pain.
Spike squared his shoulders, paused, then suddenly kicked his right foot high in the air, sweeping it in an arc -
- and she laughed, her full voice and its rich cadences music to his ears. He buried his face in the golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders, breathing in the scent of her, just holding her close and loving every second of it -
- and bringing it around, using the moment to spin himself in a circle. Both hands, fisted, flew out to where the imaginary target's face would be. Spike's left arm screamed a protest which was quickly seconded by his side as he ducked under an imagined punch. He planted his left hand on the ground, shifting his weight to it, and lashed out both legs in rapid succession. The first would knock the opponent's feet out from under him -
- her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she rushed to meet him. Laughing, he swept her up in his arms, finally setting her back on her feet and handing her a single red rose. She took the flower and breathed in deeply, its rich scent mirroring her own vitality. She loved roses; he remembered that -
- and the second would rise to connect with the target's solar plexus.
Or at least, that was the plan. Spike's injured arm gave out under him and he collapsed to the ground in an unsightly tangle of arms and legs. Clutching the protesting wound in his side, Spike slowly sat up and leaned back against the side of the couch.
A quiet squeal caught his attention. Spike turned his head to spot Ein, sitting on the table. The little corgi was watching him.
"Yeah?" Spike snapped. "What do you want?"
Ein did not seem taken aback by Spike's abrupt address of him. Indeed, he had grown used to it. It was almost comforting in its familiarity. The small canine rose from his perch on the table and jumped down, trotting up to the man and seating himself in front of him.
"Don't you start on me too," Spike groused. He started to his feet, but a dagger of pain from his side compelled him to remain seated. "So maybe I'm not in great shape right now. I tried, didn't I?"
The corgi continued to look at the cowboy for a moment before resting his head on one of Spike's knees. His gaze seemed to drift over each of the various wounds he was carrying, and he whined softly.
Spike sighed. "Yeah, Ein. I know. But it's healing, and I should be ready on time." He gently shifted the dog's head and got to his feet. Two steps later he was back on the ground again, curled almost into a fetal position, right hand clutching his throbbing side. When the pain faded, Spike sighed again. "What's the use?" he said softly. "Who am I trying to kid, other than myself?"
Ein watched Spike closely as he got to his feet. He side-stepped as the man fell, and scuttled to his side as fast as his little legs would allow. He hesitated a moment, as though deciding what to do. At length, he simply laid down near Spike, nuzzling his hand in some attempt to encourage him.
In a rare gesture, Spike's fingers sought their way to Ein's soft fur and gently scratched his deep ruff. "You know, I remember when I was very small I always asked my mom if we could get a dog," he said distantly. "Of course, that ended when I got attacked by a rottweiler when I was eight. Haven't liked animals ever since." Despite the misgiving words, Spike continued to stroke the little corgi.
Ein wagged his stump of a tail, emitting a small growl at the mention of the attacking rottweiler, as though he would have defended the young Spike from the offending creature.
Spike chuckled. "It's a nice thought. But if I don't like dogs, then why am I talking to you?" he wondered aloud. "Might as well be talking to myself. Maybe I am."
Moving his left hand slowly and carefully, Spike touched the faint puckered mark on his right wrist where the dog had bitten him. That scar had been the first of many. Maybe that was why he didn't like dogs.
The canine barked twice in firm protest to the last comment. Upon Spike's presentation of the old scar, Ein sniffed at it before giving it a quick lick.
"Hey!" Spike protested, pulling his hand anyway. "Bad dog! I hate dog drool." Gingerly, he wiped his hand off on his pants. "Thanks, Ein. Here, make yourself useful."
Using the couch as a support, Spike hauled himself to his feet. Foor a moment he swayed, but held firm. "Alright. Let's see if I can hit you. If I can't catch you, then there's no way I can catch him. You ready?"
Ein hopped up and down slightly as Spike rose to his feet, only stopping when he realized he was about to be used as a living punching bag. He stared up at the cowboy, canting his head in wonder.
Spike glared down at the corgi. "Come on, Ein," he said, exhasperated. "I'm not going to actually hurt you. Just want to see if I'm fast enough to touch you, that's all."
After a moment of consideration, Ein gave a loud bark of approval, crouching on his haunches as though readying himself for the 'attack.'
Spike's entire body relaxed and he hung back, hovering. Just when it seemed as though he wasn't going to move at all, he dropped to a squat on his left leg, sending his right out to tap the corgi with a toetip.
So as not to defeat the purpose of the exercise, Ein made an effort to get out of the way. This was in vain, for even before he had a chance to spring fully out of the way, Spike's quick movements had managed to catch him at his left hind leg. He stumbled slightly before turning towards Spike and barking enthusiastically.
Slightly less demoralized, Spike pushed off with his bent leg, punched at the air, then let gravity pull him down so that his left palm smacked the corgi lightly on the head. He broke his fall with his good right arm, then bounced back up to his feet the moment the move was complete. For a brief instant, he winced, but quickly shook it off.
At the cowboy's second "assault," Ein feigned a pathetic defeat, stumbling from side to side before flopping fully onto the floor. After a moment, he opened his eyes, his stubby little tail wriggling madly.
The dog was a good actor, Spike had to admit. "Now, for the final test," he announced, breathing slightly harder than he had been earlier. Reaching over, he deftly snagged his Jericho 941 off the table, and in a single rapid motion primed it and leveled it directly at the corgi's forehead.
Ein remained where he lay, not having a chance to move in the instant it took Spike to point his gun. He stared up at the cowboy, folding his ears back in silent awe.
Spike carefully closed his right eye and squinted at Ein. Finally, jerking his arm back to simulate recoil, he said, "Bang."
Ein sat up after being 'shot,' gazing up at Spike with a glimmer of what could almost be called pride in his eyes. He gave his approval of Spike's performance with another loud bark.
Spike smiled faintly, then leaned over to pat the dog gently on the head. "Thanks, Ein," he said. He set his Jericho back onto the table with a soft click sound, then dropped back onto the couch, more wearied than he was willing to let on. One nice thing about the dog as that although he didn't technically count as company, he was still another living creature to share the room with. And unlike Jet or Faye, he didn't argue or complain.
An insistent prickling caused him to look down. Soaking slowly through the bandage wrapped around Spike's midsection were several droplets of blood. The prickling developed into a throb. During the workout, he'd opened the wound again.
"Does this look bad to you?" he asked, partially to Ein and partly to himself.
Ein noticed this a moment after Spike did and whimpered lightly. He scurried to the other end of the couch, crouching out of view for a moment. When he emerged, he was toting a leftover roll of bandage in his mouth. He moved before Spike, offering the roll to him in a feeble attempt to help.
"Thanks," Spike said, distracted. He took the roll and set it next to himself on the couch, then began the laborious task of unwinding the loosened, dirty bandage. It came off easily enough except for the part directly over the wound itself, where the dried blood ahd stuck to the gauze. Inexpertly, Spike tugged at the gauze. Suddenly and painfully, it ripped free.
He inhaled sharply, biting back a cry. "Dammit!" he muttered. First aid had never been his specialty. His ministrations had only caused it to open wider. Carefully, Spike pressed a clean piece of gauze over the wound and wraped the bandage around it. The job was messy but thorough, and would hold.
Spike stretched out on the couch, head resting in its usual position, and deflated. "'Excuse me, Vicious, while I take five minutes to patch myself up again. You don't mind, do you?'" he said softly.
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Renee hummed a tune under her breath as she strolled into the lobby of the Blue Snake syndicate building. Kael was driving her crazy and she needed to do something to loosen up. She had decided that some target practice was in order.
Her eyes flicked over the guards - dressed in their Blue Snake uniforms. She, on the other hand, wore only the overcoat and blue cords. Underneath, and clearing showing, she sported short red shorts and a black crop top, as well as a pair of high black boots. She was sexy, and she knew it - one of the only reasons why she was allowed to bypass their stringent dress code.
She headed down to the basement floor where the large shooting gallery was located. Her trusty glocks were holstered at her hip, and she fingered them softly as she entered the main room. A small smile crossed her lips when she saw that she was not the only one with such an idea.
"Hello, Kisa," Renee said in sultry tone. "Pretending that target is Cloria?" She pulled out her own gun, and pressed a few buttons to set up her own target.
Kisa glanced over at Renee and smiled slightly before saying, "Perhaps, she really is a frustrating brat. She use to be my best friend you know, but now ... I don't know whether to hate her or just forget about her." Kisa shook her head and turned back toward her target. She took aim and fired, hitting the target perfectly.
"Hate is a much more exciting emotion," Renee said, lifting her own gun and rapidly firing a full clip into the target's dead center. "After all, you can nuture hate until it becomes something that drives you to excellence. Forgetting only makes you lazy."
She turned to Kisa, "You have potential. Use it."
"I suppose so, hate is a lot more exciting. Cloria deserves to be hated anyway, she's the one that betrayed us all." Kisa aimed once more and fired, hitting the target right in the center. She smiled in satisfaction before adding, "I do plan to use it Renee, after all excellence is the only thing I'll accept."
Renee grinned. Just what she wanted to hear. She changed out the clip on her gun and fired again. "Kael wants her back. We need to do something about that."
Renee replaced her gun, "I'll leave that part to you. I can only do so much. You should find a way to spend time with him. It's been a long time since he's had a woman's touch. Even if his heart is with Cloria, he might be easily distracted by someone as beautiful as you." She turned to leave, letting her tongue click softly on the roof of her mouth. This was going well.
Kisa remained silent, thoughtfully watching Renee leave. It was true, Kael had been without a woman's touch for a long time and she had learned long ago how to seduce a man into doing what she wanted. Kael wasn't like other men though, she wasn't certain she could fool him. However, she was up to the challenge, especially since she really did want Kael. Before Renee got out of the room, Kisa called, "I'll take care of it Renee ... just give me a few days."
Renee turned and looked over her shoulder, "I'm glad to hear of that Kisa. You deserve to be his woman." She laughed softly, and left the room. Kael wouldn't fall for Kisa - not yet anyway, but if she could have Cloria conviently killed, things might work out according to plan.
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Cloria hummed a soft tune as she worked on the ship's laundry. She sighed - it seemed lately like she was the only one who did anything around here. She hadn't seen Sam and, Kade and Mei were missing as well. Jin had come home late the night before, and she hadn't seen him yet either.
"You work too much, Princess," Jin said walking up behind her. He had done little more than reassure her that he was home the night before, and then crashed in his room to think through the events with Rua. He'd felt bad for avoiding her, but he had to sort things through first before he attempted to speak to her.
Cloria turned around and smiled, "Jin," she said softly, reaching out to hug him. "How did it go?" She had to ask, as much as she was afraid of the answer.
Jin felt all his worries ease away when Cloria's arms wrapped around him. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead smiling down at her. "It was strange, we hardly talked at all the entire time," Jin said closing his eyes as the image of Rua weeping in his arms filled his mind. "I'm not quite sure what I accomplished."
Cloria frowned as a look of pain crossed Jin's face. "What were you expecting to accomplish, Jin?" she asked. "If you went at all, there must have been a reason." She leaned back a bit, unconscientiously putting a small bit of distance between them.
Kael crossed her mind for a moment, and she realized that it wouldn't be long before Jin would have to deal with her past as well. She sighed softly. Nothing was going to come easy for them.
" I don't know, Clory," Jin said lacing his fingers behind her back. "There's just so much history between us, and for me to just leave her...When she asked me to come I thought it was the least she deserved."
Cloria looked down at the floor. "Jin…your history isn't going to just go away then. We'll," She looked back up at him, "We'll never be free of it." She wondered though, if she was referring more to her history than his.
"I don't want to be free of it, Clory," Jin said seriously, he knew that what he was going to say next might not make her happy but he had to tell her. "Rua was a big part of my life, and probably always will be. But you are the most important thing to me now, don't forget that."
Cloria looked up, "A part that you don't plan to give up then." Her eyes stared into his, a mixture of confusion, pain, and love crossed throughout her face. She couldn't tell him not to see Rua, even though it would hurt, even though she wouldn't see Kael - although the situations were somewhat different.
Jin saw the different emotions crossing her face, and bent down to give her a quick kiss. "Rua is my friend, no more and no less," Jin said smiling softly. "You are my girlfriend."
Cloria kissed him back softly. She believed him, but her heart told her to be careful. As much as Jin seemed convinced of his feelings, she had to be careful.
"Why the frown princess?" Jin asked lifting up her chin so he could see into her eyes. "Your only suppose to smile for me."
Cloria forced a small smile on her lips, "I was just thinking - that's all. But if you kiss me, I might be able to smile a bit better."
Jin smiled at her more than willing to fulfill her request. Holding her tight, Jin kissed her long and gentle. He didn't know if this was it, the love they talk about in fairy tales or if it was just a fling. All he knew was that he was happy.
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I can't handle it. I'm leaving this house. I'll go back to my flat, lock myself in and rarely come out. I've packed my bags of the stuff that I brought here.
- From Julia's Journal
Vicious,
I'm sorry. I know you probibly expected this, but I don't know what else to do.
Love,
Julia
