Girl with a box

[justjet]

(OOC: Takes place after Jack’s cleaning spree and Jet’s panicky journal post… yes I really don’t know how to do those link thingies *wince*)

Jet has finally received some closure on the blood smelt and so has felt secure enough to wander away from the hotel

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[talkbackwards]

Ronnie doesn't have a lot of better things to do these days. News of Calisto's death made her slap-happy for approximately thirty minutes until a new, oddly anxious feeling settled over her and she can't shake it no matter how many humans she breaks emotionally. Sometimes even the drugs don't work.

She's not far from Jet, leaning against a pole and smoking a cigarette, because smoking's about the only thing that can kill the tension other than some good old-fashioned demon fun.

She finally gets bored enough to address the pacing woman. "You know, chickadee, you're going to wear a hole in the concrete, you keep pacing like that."

[justjet]

Jet stops in shock at being addressed and turns quickly to face Ronnie, she’s a little confused but at least she finally has somebody to talk to face to face.

“The concrete's seen worse” she shrugs, stopping pacing and setting the box down… that thing is heavy.

“Have you been watching me?”

[talkbackwards]

"Don't flatter yourself," Ronnie scoffs, but grinning a little in that charming way that makes people keep talking to her even when she's completely destroying their emotions. "You just happen to be the only thing interesting worth looking at."

"Name's Ronnie Thorne," she says by way of introduction as she stares at the box for a moment, puzzled. "What's that?"

[justjet]

Jet smiles charmingly back in a way that is not at all dangerous but is fairly opaque “well I am pretty interesting.” No Jet doesn’t have any form of a ego, not at all.

Glancing at the box Jet’s smile grows even more mysterious “it’s a box.”