122. Circumstances

[corrinesbell]

[To think it was just a regular day.

Sheena stumbles her way around from the back of house 18. One arm is braced against the outside wall of the house, the other useless. It's a slow, staggering kind of walk. When she runs out of house, she manages to move just a few more feet, into the road, before crashing to the ground again. Mercifully, her journal comes loose from where she had carried it at her waist, and ends up open, pages face down.

It's just out of her reach; her fingertips brush against it but she can't turn it over. Maybe having it open is enough]

I-I...need help. ...Please.

[[ooc: Follows almost immediately after this log, meaning it's Thursday up in here. The log is unfinished so far but we wanted to avoid some insane backdating/the chance that LJ murders itself again. So!]]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

I'll fix it.

[under the pain and exhaustion is the usual determination not to fail again.

To a point, she'd be okay with questions. They would distract her, or sort everything out for her, somewhat.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I can help, you know. I'm not too prissy to be digging in the dirt.

[corrinesbell]

Yeah you are. You'd wreck your hair.

[she appreciated that though. Look, she's smiling]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Heh. Wanna bet?

[And that makes him feel a million times better. At least he can still get a smile out of her.]

[corrinesbell]

Nope. No gald to bet.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Gald ain't the only thing you can bet, you know.

[corrinesbell]

What else d'you want me to bet?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I dunno, who has to cook dinner for a week?

[corrinesbell]

What'm I gonna...

[a pause, and her hold on his hand gets tighter for a little while]

...gonna cook, like this?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Well, since I'd lose the bet anyways, it's nothing you have to worry about.

[corrinesbell]

Why make a bet you know you'll lose?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Because I can?

[corrinesbell]

You're so...

[much of an idiot sometimes. Weird. Unbelievable.

All of it erased by another short few minutes of silent tears.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[ACK.]

...Was it something I said?

[corrinesbell]

[she carefully shakes her head no. None of her usual words fit right now. Because he's being weird to make her feel better.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. You confuddle him some days, Sheena.]

[corrinesbell]

[Right back at you, man.

But she's okay, really. It's subtle, but her thumb is rubbing the back of his hand. She's glad he's there.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, if he gets her to feel better, he'll stay there until she's able to go home.]

[corrinesbell]

[he'll have to go take a shower eventually, though.]

Sorry I'm a wreck.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Crap happens. Nothing you can do about that.

[corrinesbell]

I could've been paying more attention.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

And I could've been there. Logic like that's worthless, can't change what's happened.

[corrinesbell]

No way. He'd've hurt you too.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Well, we'll never know now. No sense in wondering.

[corrinesbell]

[more quiet. Her eyes are closed again and it's very likely she'll just fall asleep soon. Not that he needs to leave if she does]

Can you...keep Presea out of trouble?