Hello once again.
Because the last chapter was so terrifically mini, I've started writing again straight after putting it up. In a font called 'Vampiress'. I like writing in random fonts, it seems to inspire me more, or something...
All thoughts of feigning sleep disappeared from Jackson's mind as he jumped up with a yell.
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Lisa smiled.
The whole water thing had been childish, she knew, but for once she was in control, and she wasn't about to waste the opportunity.
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It took Jackson, in his muddled state, a few seconds to register that what he was experiencing was not, in fact, pain, but cold.
Also, he was wet.
He looked up.
He was both injured and bound, and standing beside his now sitting-up form was a fairly angry-looking Lisa Reisert.
This was definitely not good.
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He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she got in there first.
"What are you doing here?"
She felt that, given the circumstances, her voice sounded incredibly calm.
His eyes flicked from her to the door, to around the room and then back again. After a second he replied.
"I don't know. I guess I must have got lost or something."
This was when Lisa lost control.
He just looked and sounded so ridiculous, sitting there with water dripping off his hair and soaking his shirt, trying to be so serious when he was obviously still feeling groggy...
She dropped the bowl onto the carpet with a clatter (miraculously it didn't break), and started laughing.
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Jackson watched her in bemusement.
She must have gone mad.
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Lisa slid down the door, still laughing, albeit rather hysterically.
Then she stopped, and started sobbing instead.
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Lisa's crying seemed to rid Jackson's brain of the last of the fogginess which had plagued him since waking.
Memories came back to him, and he started thinking clearly again...
Oh, dear. He wasn't in a good position... and neither was Lisa.
I may update again today, but I definitely won't tomorrow; I'm going to Womad for the day. Womad's great, even if I don't particularly like the music...
PJ
P.S. The name of this chapter is in fact my favourite word. I just had to have it somewhere...
Also, yeah, if you want to talk or something, my email adress for MSN is jackman63(at)hotmail(dot)com. Obviously, you replace the (at) with the at sign (which won't show up) and the (dot) with . .
Just swear that you won't be scared by my wierd MSN screen names...