Jack:In his Workshop
Jack left Ellie's Room, his pace quickening, almost storming back to his room. Anger, sadness, fear, it all mixed inside of him and he didn't know what to think. He arrived first in his work shop, picking up this tool, that length of wire, this washer, that screw, but he couldn't concentrate. He was...was he heartbroken? It was the end, it felt
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"Why do you refer to them as your siblings anyway? I mean, you're not really related, right? They're just kids you met cause of the Chosen..." his last word trailed off as she got up and he turned on the stool a bit, watching her. What was with his mouth? His brain worked against him sometimes, and it used his mouth as it's weapon of choice. Hello Mr. Foot, Nice to meet you, bet you taste realllll yummy!
He had his hands on his knees, his eyes trained on the floor, and it took a moment for him to register what she'd just asked...whistle? "Whistle?" Jack spun so fast the stool had almost knocked over, making a big production out of steadying itself on it's legs again. Walking over to the table, he took the whistle from her, was this, this was the whistle...he'd given to Ellie before he left to be taken in by the Techno's, the whistle she'd returned to him that day she'd decided to take a day trip to the farm, before he'd remembered things correctly. This was the whistle he'd given back to Ellie that same day, when they'd gotten separated out by the color war kids, he hadn't seen it since.
Jack ran his thumb across the smooth metal of the whistle, thinking about all of this, and his eyes easily fell to the table top, the crumpled piece of paper he didn't recognize. Unfolding it, he saw that it was a note from Ellie. He finished it quickly and lowered it down, dropping it to the floor, dropping the whistle with a clattering clink against the tiles. It was the final nail in the coffin, it was the stake driven through his heart, how could he not take that the wrong way? She'd obviously left it there before their talk, did she even know he hadn't seen it yet?
Jack was oblivious to the fact that Anna was even still there, and the pain of it all showed on his face. He looked to her with sad eyes then turned away again, a wreck, she'd think nothing of him but a blubbery girly boy for all of the crying and moaning he'd done. It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore, he'd lost Ellie, even before he knew it, it was simply over now. Jack moved to the hole in the wall, stepping across the threshold and walking almost zombie like to his bed, flopping down and burying his face in the pillow. Perhaps he could suffocate himself, and this nightmare would simply just all be over.
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Looking down, she saw the whistle and the piece of paper next to her. Part of her warned that it wasn’t her business, but she was curious. Bending over, Anna picked up the whistle and looked at it. What about it caused him such pain? It was just a whistle. Her eyes strayed to the note on the floor. Picking it up, she read it quietly to herself. Pursing her lips, she shook her head. For a brief moment, she thought going to talk to him. But there was nothing left to say. Now what? She wondered.
Setting the whistle and note on his work bench, she turned and walked out of his workshop. Anna needed to check on Willow and Flower, see where they were and what they were doing. Briefly, she poked her head into their room. No one was there though. It was possible that they were still up in the café. Before she went to check the café, Anna walked a little further to her own room.
Tatty was where she’d left him with the blanket. With a sigh, Anna went in and sat down on the other bed. Scooting backwards, she leaned against the wall. She’d go look for Willow and Flower in a bit. First, she just needed some quiet to let her thoughts recollect. And to get Jack out of your mind… Her inner voice reminded her. Just the thought caused her cheeks to blush. Leaning her head back, Anna closed her eyes.
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