JAS ●● open + not accepting

[Lollilox]

Before she realized anything, where she was going or what she was doing, Elise found herself outside of the hospital, in the pouring rain. She walked into it, the water soaking her from head to toe and through to her bones. At least no one could tell she was crying, now.
Her feet continued moving, propelling her forward, away from Aydan, away from her bad choices and broken heart.

For a long time, she didn't stop, allowing the pressure of the situation to crumple her in the rain.
When she'd got to the main road, Elise stopped walking, and stood on the sidewalk, face cupped in her hands as she sobbed.

For what seemed like hours, she stood there, letting people with umbrellas pass her by. She didn't notice them, and if anyone noticed her, they didn't stop or offer to help. They probably thought she was just another royal mess... and really, she was.

After a while, Elise managed to get the worst of the sobs to subside, and realized only then how cold it was. She shivered, making the decision to hail a cab, and go to the only place she knew that she wouldn't have to be around him.

Half an hour later, Elise found herself back at her old apartment, still kept tidy and visited by her parents. She could smell her mother's clean washing detergent lingering from the kitchen linens and the tablecloth on the small, two-seater dining table.
Elise dropped her keys into the bowl by the door, too distraught and cold to bother locking it behind her. She hadn't even thought about what any of this would do to her parents. If they found out... if Kelly's parents found out...
Biting her lip hard, Elise moved to the small bathroom, running herself a hot bath before stripping her wet clothes and sinking into it.

By the time she had finished crying for the second time that day, Elise was exhausted. She got out of the bathtub, dried off, and donned a pair of pajamas, curling up in her old, squeaky bed. It was familiar; she could still remember the times she'd had Aydan over. How sweet his kisses tasted, and what had transpired afterward had only brought them closer together. She wished she could regret it, and erase all her feelings, but as the third wave of tears began, Elise knew she could never shake anything like that.
She had been right. She'd always love him. But she had to love someone else, now.

Minutes passed by, and eventually, Elise found sleep, her body refusing to exert any more energy by crying. She fell into restless dreams, troubled by her heart's confliction, and found nothing but heartbreak in comatose.

[Andraia]

Mal was expecting a lot of things when the door to his brother’s room opened, (he suspected that the elder twin and his fiancé would be taking full advantage of the situation) but a flying angry brunette had not been one of them. He yelped and ducked to the side, his efforts hindered somewhat by the burden in his arms. Thankfully his brother was able to stall the woman long enough for him to stabilize the now teetering coffee cups and save himself from joining his youngest brother in the hospital with scalding liquid burns.

He put the package of breakfast pastries and the drinks down on the little table by the door, careful to keep the food between himself and the Dragon Lady who he eyed wearily.

“I don’t know what I did to piss you off this early in the morning, but please accept this offering of coffee and croissants by way of apology.” Without breaking eye contact, he removed one of the coffee cups from the tray and pushed it towards her, then opened the bakery box and took out a small handful of creamers and sugar packets which he tossed after it in the same manner one might toss a purse towards someone with a gun. “I wasn’t sure how you like it.”

Normally he was pretty good about remembering people’s drink choices – it was helpful in his line of work – but seeing as he barely knew the majority of his travelling companions he had had to take a gamble. He’d ordered a hot chocolate for Lolita Barbie and the largest size coffee they’d give him for his high strung ‘better half’. His brother’s coffee was the one with the little bluebell flower drawn on the side, since the barista was an art student and Mal never let an opportunity like that pass him by. The tea with the phone number on it was his.

[Viink]

Kelly was pulled aside not long after having made the call. It was his attending physician from a few days ago that had addressed him, having felt the need to reiterate some instructions on how to take proper care of stitches, to come back in a another few days and scaring and such. The Doctor couldn't help but mention the that he had associates that he could refer the Elder Hirose to if he ever wanted to cover the scar up with a minor n**-tuck procedure. Which was all well said but, Keeland was confident in his ability to carry on with his work regardless of a little superficial scrape. Although when he was presented with a business card, he accepted, more so out of courtesy then anything else. The moss haired man's parents where mentioned in passing as the physician ambled the conversation further into the lines of small talk. It seemed as though word of some of the family's generous contributions had gotten around, even in a general hospital such as this.

After the two men parted the bespectacled one made his way back towards the sick bay. He obliged when a woman behind the front desk waved him over, non discreetly. "Mr. Hirose? Aydan Hirose is your relation right?" it appeared as though she might've caught wind of some the previous discussion. "Yes, he is." the man answered, not entirely sure where was this going. "We just have few things we'd like you to sign." she said presenting him with a clipboard of papers and a pen. "He's not covered under your family plan is he?" Kelly shook his head, though to be fair, as long the place had a chip and PIN machine present, that was pretty much the family plan. "That shouldn't be an issue." he assured her. So maybe the worker had only caught his name amidst all that. Kelly rooted something out from his deceptively slim looking wallet, denoting his chosen method payment. The man stood at the counter still clad in that morning's workout wear and an mismatched blazer as he punched in his personal identification number for his platinum plastic credit plan.

"So, now that he's in stable condition, will we be able to take him home today?" Keeland's question was met with a unconcerned nod followed by a "Mm hm." Well, it was good news at least. He'd let the others know as soon as he could, thinking that they would be glad to know.

A few distinctive scribbles on dotted and dated lines later Kelly returned to the room. He had expected to find three people there but was rightfully puzzled when he entered to find none. It was the right room, he had stepped back out just to check, it was just that there were no familiar faces in it nor was there any indication of where they might've gone. No belongings left behind, that maybe a sign, and his dark coffee was left luke warm on a table. Where had they gone and how long had he been gone? He could've have taken that long now could he? The Doctors notes and clipboard still hung by the bedside and the Elder Brother helped himself to it. Aydan had already been discharged a short while ago and yet his pill prescription hadn't been picked up. Were they so eager to leave that they'd left it behind or, did something happen?

Kelly shook his head, still confused by the trios sudden disappearance and the lack of notification he'd received. He took the prescription notice and thought it best to pick up the pills before he left and before he'd start demanding answers.

With the prescribed medication in a paper baggy in one hand he skillfully adjusted his glasses with the back of it. His other hand worked at the touchscreen keys of his pone. Contacting the others and inquiring as to their whereabouts, not the mention asking for an explanation was at the forefront of his mind. A note or passing on a message to a nurse would've been fine, but the wordless exeunt had him a little concerned and perhaps at a lesser extent, peeved. He exhaled deeply not caring much for the misted breath he'd just unleashed into the outside world. He stood outside under the overhanging front entrance to the medical establishment. Maybe it was something about the rain that nagged at everyone, that had a part in dictating the days mood. Kelly was certain, that at least it didn't help.

He sent out the same same text to three people, which read plainly "Where are you?"

[Lollilox]

Before she could decide anything, a strong buzzing vibration whirred in her palm, taking Clara by surprise. The phone had received a new text message, and Clara clearly hadn't been ready for that.
Judging by the way she'd squeaked in surprise and launched the buzzing phone away from her, startled by it. Her hands fumbled over each other as the phone soared through the air, and found a home on the sleeping blond's body, only after hitting him on the stomach with a loud slapping sound.

Clara's cheeks went from white to vivacious red within split seconds. She'd not even realized that her phone had buzzed and chirped at the same time, buried in the pocket of her pants. Well, she had bigger problems now. There was no way that Aydan was going to sleep through a flying phone attack. At least, she didn't think so. And if he did... she'd have to thank her lucky stars for it.
Her eyes looked to the blond, and waited with bated breath to see if he stirred or not.

[Marion-san]

When something collided with his bandaged stomach, he couldn’t keep the gasping cry from building and escaping his chest. The hardened rectangle landed on his skin at such an angle to make the pain radiate through his body, which proceeded to fold in on itself defensively out of nothing more than reflex. He groaned, jerking awake, his hand finding the phone that had somehow ended up on his stomach. “What the f—” he moaned anxiously, his eyes spinning around the room, hunting for its source. Vengeful spirit or—

Clara…?

“What was that for?” he groaned, dropping it back to the floor as he shifted his weight to try and sit up. He couldn’t have been asleep all that long. Not still feeling the way that he did in that moment. “There’s… there’s easier… and less painful… ways to wake me up… What the hell?”

[Lollilox]

Sure enough, Aydan stirred. Not only stirred, but reacted as she'd expected. Painfully. Whether or not he deserved it was another thing; she still wasn't sure what to do about him, but she didn't think he'd merited a phone being thrown at him. Oops.

"S-sorry!" She peered through the lenses of her glasses, fumbling in her own pocket for her phone. The buzzing had finally started to tickle her leg, now that she'd been sufficiently distracted from her thoughts. "I just.. uh..." how exactly was she going to break it to him that she'd gone snooping through his phone, too? On top of throwing it at him, he wouldn't be impressed with her. "Panicked?" That would be enough for now, wouldn't it? Here was to hoping that he was still feeling the effects of his meds.
Clara glanced down at the phone in her hand, the screen showing one new text message from Kelly, surely wanting to know where his brother was. Truthfully, she'd meant to let him know but had entirely forgotten once they'd gotten home and she'd managed to get into the shower.
That must have been a group text, then. To Aydan, too, from his brother. Clara flipped open her phone and keyed in a reply to the eldest Hirose.
Home. Brought Aydan back. Sorry, he was in rough shape and wanted to get out of the hospital.

"It's Kelly." Clara notified the blond as she pressed the send key. "I kind of kidnapped you, didn't I?" She laughed nervously and shoved her phone back into her pocket after snapping it shut.
"Guess you're up now. Soup?" Fully aware she was rambling now, Clara fiddled with the hem of her sweater. Anything to keep him from questioning why she'd been holding his phone and not her own. "Make you f-feel better, maybe?"

[Viink]

"Don't know what you did to piss me off eh?" she gritted her teeth as she repeated his claim. The woman certainly was not in a state to think levelheadedly at the moment, and the grip Wayd had her was surprisingly good, though she continued to struggle to get his brother.

"Great! So you're prepared. You knew I'd be pissed, so why'd you do it?" she asked, not that she was seriously questioning him, but loopholes were meant to be exploited.

"And I already ate." sort of. "So thanks for nothing!" she spat and hissed feeling particularly vengeful that morning. No doubt he was treating like someone that needed to be appeased, like some one that was crazy threatening and deserving of fear. Well, it wasn't like she could say that she wasn't like that, especially now of all times. Something about that morning clearly rubbed her the wrong way, though surprisingly something about what he'd said brought the mad woman out of her rampage a moment.

That's right, he didn't know how she like her coffee. In fact she could probably say that they knew very little about each other. Maybe if he'd been around more and they were to get properly acquainted he'd know know just how she'd like and visa versa. And with that thought concluded the few seconds of rational thought she could muster. It was still his fault. She still blamed him, no matter how unreasonable it was and no matter how unapproachable she was now making herself off to be.

"Let go of me Wayd! I gotta wring out his perfect, little, scrawny-twig neck!" she was a mass of failing limbs with one objective. Georgia tried to make another lunge at her soon-to-be-made-an-example-of future husband, but with being so caught up in throwing her own kind of calamity and being held back and all, the brunette lost her sure-footing and was sure to be in for a spectacular tumble.

[Marion-san]

He moaned a little at her apology, not entirely sure he was willing to accept it at this point, especially given her excuse. Panic. That somehow led to his phone flying through the air and landing with a corner squarely on his bandaged flesh. When he was already in pain and just barely sleeping.

Geesh, the Karma gods must hate him something fierce.

She was lucky. For now, he hadn’t realized that her reasoning was a little strange. After all, it wasn’t her phone that sailed through the air. It was his. Which meant she had had it. He merely didn’t recognize this fact at that particular time. He sighed, trying to find a comfortable position, barely noticing that Clara was working on responding to a text message on her own phone at the moment.

After a moment, when he had settled with his head nestled back against the rise of the couch, his eyes hooded halfway as he stared at the ceilings, Clara spoke up, letting him know what was going on. He laughed just under his breath, trying to not make any sudden movements. “If you can call taking a grown man home kidnapping” he began with a smile. “Especially when he practically begged you to bring him home… But geesh, Clara. Really wracking up the felonies here, aren’t we? First robbery, now kidnapping… Did you speed your way to the hospital this morning too? Or run a signal?” What else had the seemingly innocent girl done while coming to his rescue? Or his abduction, as luck would have it?

But soup. Yes. She had mentioned that it was ready in an almost nervous way. Geesh. Was his half nakedness (if you could even call it that what with how he was dressed) really that unsettling to her? She was such a lamb… “Is it ready?” he asked, studying her for a long moment before shifting an placing a hand over his slender stomach. “I actually am hungry… and that does sound good. Just promise not to dump that all over me… okay? No more track record…”

[Lollilox]

Clara gave another nervous laugh when he mentioned all of her previous indiscretions. They were stacking up today, weren't they? Not to mention invasion of privacy and now battery with the wayward cellphone.
"You'd be the first, so y-you tell me." Clara blubbered, realizing how sad it was that she'd never brought a guy home before. Well, he could probably assume as much. She laughed nervously once more and shook it off. There was nothing shameful about it, right? At least she wasn't obliged to hang onto her exes like a certain someone.

"I drive just fine, thanks very much." She added as an afterthought, mumbling the words. Maybe she'd gotten a bit hasty with Mal's car, but she wanted to teach him a lesson, and well, his car could handle a bit of speeding. Her own wouldn't do so well. It could barely get to 60 as it was.

"Soup. Yeah. Ready." Aydan asked her not to spill it on him, and she pinched her lips.
"I'll get you some." She had half a mind to spill some on him just for that comment. For now, she'd show restraint. At least as long as she didn't get surprised by any incoming texts, he'd be safe.
She turned to leave and came back a few minutes later with a bowl of hot soup on a tray for her disabled fiance. Maybe she felt obligated to do something for him; under different circumstance, she would have told him to get up and get it himself. But he was still in pain, and she felt poorly for him. Maybe she even pitied him a little bit, not that she'd admit that much.

"I'm sure Kelly will be home soon." Clara assured him. Surely the more responsible of the Hiroses had remembered to collect Aydan's prescription. That would bring pain relief, if nothing else.
She set the tray down, inhaling the scent of the soup. "You think you can feed yourself or do I have to do that, too?"

[Marion-san]

He smiled at her obvious discomfort in the situation. She seemed extremely put out by the mere idea of having to get him the meal, though she had offered when he had made his teasing comment. Geesh. She was a hard one to read, and so easily worked up. If things ever went even remotely the way his mother had planned, and they ended up together, he was going to have fun poking fun at her for the rest of their lives.

If they even made it that far.

“I think I can manage” he said, dizzily shifting his position so he could actually feed himself. He wasn’t that broken, he didn’t think, though his head severely disagreed with that assertion. “I could have even gone to the kitchen, since our favorite criminal borrowed a mobile chair…” he teased with a slight chuckle, giving her a playful, knowing wink. “Besides. I don’t think you’d be all that comfortable doing so. Right? .” He took a small spoonful and was extremely careful raising the spoon to his lips before letting out a contented sigh. Wow “This is… really good. Are you sure you made this?”

[Lollilox]

Clara pulled her lips into a flat line at Aydan's words. Favorite criminal? Yeah, right. Like she'd ever done anything that bad in her life. Borrowing a wheelchair for her now disabled fiance didn't really count.

He took the soup, and that shut him up long enough only for him to ask if she had really made it at all.
A scowl replaced her casual disdain. "Pretty sure." Man, he really knew how to push all her buttons in just the right way. She'd have to learn how to deal with that for the next fifty to sixty years of her life.
"I'm not boobs for brains." Clara remarked, figuring that Elise was significantly less adept at cooking than she was. Those pictures made her jealous, for whatever reason. So what if she wasn't all that pretty and didn't have a set of huge boobs or curves to speak of in any way, shape or form. At least she had her independence and some life skills. Unlike cotton fluff princess, she'd had to get by without the help of others. "I know how to do stuff."

[Marion-san]

He blinked, a little startled, looking up from slurping on another spoonful of the surprisingly delicious to focus on the young woman whose whole demeanor had just turned bitter and cold. And for what? Had he done something wrong? He racked his brain over the last couple minutes of conversation, trying to figure out what had her so upset, as she continued, informing him that she was actually capable of doing things for herself while casting an insult out there. Probably pointed at E… Elise…

He shook off the thought and studied her for a long moment before letting out a slight snort of laughter that hurt so much more than he would have wanted it too—Ugh. Maybe he did need to trade out of his bike. Get a car… maybe—He winced, laying a hand over his partially bare chest as he set aside the spoon, not wanting to get burned even by his own hand. And knowing his luck…

“Why do you keep looking for hidden insults in what I say?” he asked blatantly, giving her a weary look. She was nice. Part of the time. But she had already proved herself a massive b***h, and seemed to want to keep that aspect of her personality around when it came to him. “I wasn’t trying to say you couldn’t cook. Nor compare you to anyone else. I was expressing a genuine surprised because the last time I had soup that tasted this good, it came out of a classy restaurant my mother took us to when Kelly landed some big deal or another” He rolled his eyes and settled back with a slight groan, not sure he wanted to eat after all, especially if she was going to act like this. It would turn the taste sour. “Seriously. It’s like everything I’ve said you’ve taken insult to. Are you really so sensitive?”

[Viink]

His cell buzzed in his hand, taking the man out of his self soothing exercise. Green eyes turned away from the watching the rain and onto the lacquered screen of his cellular device. Clara replied, explaining that she had brought his brother home. The part where it was on Aydan's insistence made it all the more believable. The grown man sighed, trying let go of his own
concern, why he hadn't informed of such. Not that it had inconvenienced him too much. It just seemed proper, then again a lot of things would seem that way with him.

Kelly swiped his finger across it's surface, typing out a reply. He was going to ask if they needed anything that he could pick up along the way, and to say that he had already taken the liberty of retrieving the prescribed meds. A tap on the shoulder brought his attention away from doing so however. One look and he could tell that the person who had approached him was with Security. The moss haired man was then motioned to follow them back inside, which he did, duly.

Once back inside the eldest brother was informed of, and paid for, a full deposit on a wheelchair that was allegedly borrowed without permission, by people he could not deny that he was associated with.


● - ● - ● - ● - ●

A sigh was escaped his lips as the man readjusted his glasses, fearing that that may have slid down in the process. He was home now, and had just stepped in after parking his car in the garage. The smell of soup was welcoming and Kelly took it as a sign that the others were already settling back in, though there was no one to be seen. The place was largely quiet.

He never did push send on the last text he had been typing. Promptly the remnants of it was erased and replaced with a new, shorter message which read; I'm back. He withheld sending this one out too. It might be better just o go about and actually find the others, now that he was home. It was a more active approach, and in this way, he could hand off the medicine and check up on his brother and perhaps their shared 'associates' himself.

[Lollilox]

Clara raised her brows at him when he asked her why she was so quick to look for insults in everything he said. Was that not what he'd prepped her for? Living with him wasn't easy. It wasn't like he'd done anything else to make her think otherwise.
Landing himself in the hospital, the weird connection with the girl in his picture, the fighting, despite the apology she'd given. It was just.. well, it wasn't getting any better, but maybe that was her fault.
She didn't want to admit that, though.
"I get picked on a lot." Clara stated, looking away so he wouldn't catch the embarrassed reddening of her cheeks. "Guess it's force of habit now. Sorry."
A sudden buzzing from her pocket made her jump again, and Clara's heart sped into a gallop as she reached for it, thankful for something to distract her from Aydan's perceptiveness.

She checked her phone, a text from Kelly flashing up on the screen. She read it, and put her phone back into her pocket, turning her eyes to Aydan. "Kelly's home." She announced, sinking onto the end of the couch near Aydan's feet. "You can get him to take care of you if you'd rather. At least he could bring you upstairs."