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[ So John's had a slightly problem here. What is that problem? Well, the problem is that he doesn't speak a word of French! Okay, that's an exaggeration, he knows how to say "Merci", and fortunately for him most of the people around him know enough English to help point him in the right direction. Unfortunately for him, he's misunderstood a lot of what they've been telling him, and overshooting their directions.

So not only has he used up all his metro passes, but he doesn't have any euros on him right now, because he was pick-pocketed earlier when he stupidly wandered over to a woman asking him if he'd dropped something on the ground. Basically John is shit out of luck, and he has no idea where he is, or how to get back to where he's staying

So as he stands in the middle of a very small grassy park area, peering through the dark, he opens up his journal and just has one message. ]

I need some help!

((OOC. Open like an open thing :) Or over the journals!))

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[ Everything? But she hadn't said anything except that he was making it worse, somehow. And that he'd hurt her, but he didn't understand how or why.

And he knew he should stop her, or try to ask what was wrong, or do SOMETHING instead of stand there and watch her walk away from him like she did, still shell shocked and clutching his cheek, despite the fact that it wasn't doing anything to make the dull sting feel any better.

She's right there, it's not too late to try and say something! ]

Rose...?

[ Echoing her name probably isn't really what she wanted to hear right now. ]

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[She turns just a little, and locks eyes to look at him very earnestly. All of that hurt he missed earlier is still there, icy and bitter. Folding her arms across her chest, she grips her grocery bag more tightly and starts towards the front door.]

Please, don't say anything else.

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[ The look stuns him back into silence. In all the time he's know Rose, he's never seen an expression like that on her face, and he really doesn't know what to say even if she wanted him to talk.

As it is he just nods dumbly in acknowledgment, at least following this request of hers. ]

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[She's disappointed, deep down, that he didn't at least try to mend things, even if it meant going against her wishes. The silence hurts. Everything hurts. She just needs to get inside, find a quiet corner, and scream into a pillow.

And so that's just what she does.]

Have a merry Christmas, John.

[And with that bitter, decidedly un-merry remark, she trudges the last few feet to the door, spilling some fruit out of her bag on the way, and slips inside.]

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[ He stands there for several minutes after the door is shut, hoping she'll come back out and tell him what he did wrong. Maybe talk to him, or even better tell him it was some sort of elaborate prank.

But Rose doesn't play pranks, and this is too cruel to be a good one anyways.

After fifteen minutes finally pass, he looks around him, just as lost as he was before Rose brought him here. He sighs and starts down the street, not sure where to go from here. ]