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[scribbled angrily]

Tired of losses. Tired of deaths. Tired of boys tricking me.

I'm leaving and not coming back. Gotta be more to this place than just some castle and town and I'm going to find it.

Somehow.

Bye, Dad. It was fun getting to know you (all of you) after all.

[journal slams shut]

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[that's not good]

Jenny?

Lady? Pushing at the edges of what Everyone walks...

[ah, hell]

Jenny?

[Brendan's never moved so fast. Seriously, watch this guy racing to the castle doors. Well, by racing, he strolls really. Plenty of time. She's up on the tenth floor he's *guessing*. Hopefully. Well he just happens to be on the first.

Someone's waiting to snag himself one very vulnerable blonde on the castle steps.]

Edited 2008-12-10 01:08 (UTC)

[She doesn't have her journal with her so communication might be a little difficult if Brendan doesn't have pen and paper. But hey, one very upset, very not dressed for the cold weather Jenny running out the door just now.

He can probably catch up easily; she's not as fast as she used to be.]

[Brendan doesn't need her to talk back - he'll cope just fine thanks - in fact she's probably easier if she can't talk. He sprints after her]

Hey, where are you off to?

[Oh look it was coincidence he was there, he doesn't know she's upset. Friendly face smiling at you Jenny]

[She doesn't quite stop but does slow down some, enough to shake her head and point out to the distance.]

[And mouth the word away, anyway.]

[his face drops when he sees her distress, or at least that's the act anyway. And it's cold out here too, and she's clearly not dressed for it. He shrugs out of his jacket, as he jogs to keep pace with her.]

At least go dressed for it? [he holds the jacket out to her, all sympathetic caring sad smiles.]

[and she stops moving, tears falling down her face as she looks at him. She doesn't take the jacket though, just stands there and stares.]

[Hurts is the word mouthed this time]

[Brendan doesn't say anything right away, simply wraps the jacket around her shoulders, wiping her tears away softly with the pad of his thumb, all concern and sadness.]

What hurts Jenny? Is it Peter?

[Jenny nods quickly, the only movement she she makes.

He- he- but still no words. Just more tears.]

[A hint of anger in his eyes when she nods at Peter. She looks so pretty when she cries, so vulnerable, so fragile. It's a shame to console her. But he does, an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug. ]

I'm so sorry Jenny, what did he do to you? How could anyone do this to you? It's okay, it'll all be okay. I won't hurt you.

[Jenny hugs him tightly, close to clinging. Why doesn't that hurt go away? She doesn't like it at all.

[Hurts, mouthed again, along with "doesn't want me" and "lied." Not that he can really see any of it with her head buried against his chest]

[He strokes her hair soothingly, just letting her sob against his chest. The other hand rubbing her back, pulling her in even closer if that's possible.]

How could he do this to you now of all times? I just don't get some people Jenny. I'm sorry he's a bastard, you deserve so much better than this.

[he buries his nose in her hair, taking in the silky sweet scent, a subtle kiss left there.]

[She closes her eyes as he caresses her, trying to will herself to clam down. She's supposed to be running, isn't she?]

[Jenny pulls away and looks from him towards the woods and back to him. She's afraid of being hurt again, but Brendan hasn't been anything but nice to her, hasn't he?]

Don't run away Jenny. It's not the answer. [carefully he lifts her chin with his fingers, pleading with his eyes, tilting his head.]

Besides [he smiles] I'd have to follow you, to make sure you were okay, and I haven't got a jacket now.

[Yes it is!]

[She hands the jacket back to him and shrugs, gesturing out towards the wild blue wander again. It's almost an invitation for him to come with.]

Fine, I like the woods. But the jacket's yours. [unless she drops it - he's not taking it off her]

[Good. Because she's running again; he'll have to catch up]

[and run after her he does... She should be careful - she might fall (http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/7209530.html?thread=299014714#t299014714).]

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