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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:54 pm
Jerry had woken that morning with a renewed vigor. He was feeling... alright. Not fantastic, not even 'great', really, but he was feeling okay. Ready to face the world again. More or less.
He had hefted his guitar up onto his good shoulder, even though it was difficult to play with his wounds, he liked the company. Out onto one of the fields for a sunrise yoga session. Killzone had been big on the isometrics, blathering on and on about how much good it would do him while at the time all Jerry could think of was how he wanted a sweater and some coffee. Now, though, he understood. Gentle with the wounded arm, draw back his good arm, over the head, stretch the muscles. It felt good. Control your breathing, in and out, mind clear....
After about an hour of this it was time for coffee. Ah, blessed, delicious life blood, he could smell it wafting from the machine and happily shifted the guitar under his left arm to carefully dispense himself a cup from the machine and load it with cream and sugar.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:40 pm
Sasha was in mourning.
It hadn't taken a cleaning crew (comprised of Ofie and Melvin, according to the tweets she'd seen) long to clean the pretty crimson of Rep's blood from the floor, furniture, walls - whatever had been splattered. She'd wanted to enjoy it just a little longer, watch it turn from bright seething red to deep rusty crimson.
Sasha hadn't gotten that opportunity, and so now she sat in a chair at a table in the cafeteria, quietly sipping her tea as she mourned the loss. Legs crossed, and obviously not paying attention to anything that took place around her. No, her eyes were locked on the spot where she'd left the red-headed Sun hunter - perhaps re-imagining him there crumpled on the floor.
Her shoe dangled from her toes, bobbing as she rocked her foot in the air.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:45 pm
As Jerry turned from the coffee station, happily inhaling the aroma of what constituted breakfast for him, he froze at the sight of that black hair.
Did he approach her? It was like debating how to act around an angry bear. His right hand not holding coffee swept back for an assuring grip on the guitar behind him, his jaw setting. Just walk on by. He didn't need her.
He tried to pass without drawing attention to himself, but one look at her face, his lips pursed. He couldn't help himself. He spoke.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" He managed stiffly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:50 pm
She didn't look at him, calmly taking a sip of tea before letting out a low hum.
It was good tea.
"What was I looking for?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:57 pm
"You were certainly looking for something the other day." He huffed as casually as he could. "And I have a feeling it had nothing to do with me. Never mind, then. Good for you." He took a sip of coffee and started to leave, humming softly yet cheerily as he did so.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:59 pm
Sasha let out a low chuckle, settling back in the chair. She didn't get up to stop Jerry, though a casually spoken, "Jerry, it had everything to do with you," was called over her shoulder before she lifted the teacup to her lips once more.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:23 pm
He paused with a snort, "It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you and you know it."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:31 pm
Sasha's eyebrow twitched upward just the slightest at his very un-woobly response. The teacup was set to the side very precisely before she rose to her feet, straightening the collar of her jacket before she turned to face him.
"Nothing has changed."
It wasn't clear if she was speaking of the fact that she hadn't done anything with anyone else, or that she was still interested in him - or the fact that maybe he was right, and everything she'd demanded of him had been completely selfish.
"Why do you care?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:39 pm
He laughed, outright. "I discovered something about myself yesterday."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:40 pm
Sasha's eyes narrowed marginally.
"Oh?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:42 pm
He turned to face her, his expression beaming proudly, that old, long forgotten sparkle back in his eyes, "I don't need you."
He laughed again, a quiet, heartfelt chuckle that was not bitter nor cruel, just full of humor at life in general, "I mean, I know I want you. I want what we had. But I don't need you. Not anymore."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:48 pm
There was a flash of something in her eyes - pain? regret? - but it was gone before it had time to blossom and flourish. Tamped down, cut back. That little kernel of something crushed before it could even think about spreading to her expression.
Soon enough there was something else in her eyes. Both eyebrows arched sky-high, and she busied her hands wrapping her scarf around her neck. Sasha felt a bit speechless, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
She hoped.
No matter how badly she wanted to hurt him, to bring him to heel, to crush that sparkle that gleamed in his eyes.
"Congratulations."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:51 pm
"I just have to wonder," He mused as he gently set his coffee down to shimmy the guitar up and to his front, careful of his wounded shoulder to tenderly pluck at a few chords, "If you do need me, though. But not because of what you might think."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:54 pm
Sasha watched Jerry with great deliberation.
"I don't need anything from you. What I want, and what I need?"
She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Completely different."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:55 pm
He struck a chord and pointed to her as the strings sang in agreement, "Exactly."
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