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28 Nov 2005 13:45
red_notebooks: (Crazy Jarod)
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From here... Jarod is curled up in a corner, under a table. He's not happy.

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Date: 2005-11-28 20:26 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
"Jarod, Jarod, shh..."

He curls around him.

"You wouldn't have wanted to be downstairs. It would have been worse than being alone."

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Date: 2005-11-28 20:38 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He nods.

"I know, Jarod. But those things down there - I don't think there was time to ask. She was just being safe."

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Date: 2005-11-28 21:33 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He wraps his arms around Jarod, trying to get him out of the corner.

"It was safer, I swear to you. None of that blood was mine, Jarod."

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Date: 2005-11-28 21:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He frowns.

"Jarod, you're not trapped anymore. Please come out from under the table. Look-" he points, "the door's open."

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Date: 2005-11-28 21:47 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He raises his eyebrow. Bravely, doesn't freak out.

He's an Avon Representative. What's he supposed to do?

"Jarod, love, please?"

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Date: 2005-11-28 22:03 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He blinks.

"Please, come out from under the table. Just come to bed with me, and we'll go downstairs, go out to the lake tomorrow. It might even be snowing."

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Date: 2005-11-28 22:14 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He frowns.

"Love?"

He reaches out, and then climbs under with him.

"Jarod, please don't mark the walls."

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Date: 2005-11-29 18:40 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roxula.livejournal.com
He frowns, watching Jarod. It's breaking his heart, that there's nothing he can do - Jarod won't talk to him, won't come out for him, won't stop singing that damned song, and it's scaring Graham.

He whispers to him, "I'm going downstairs, Jarod, to talk to the barman."

And so, out he goes (http://www.livejournal.com/community/otherways/350824.html?thread=17138280#t17138280).

His outer calm really doesn't reflect his inner rage. It's.... Not Good.

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