margueritas in the desert. [in progress]

Mar 20, 2008 14:16


WHO: John Connor, and Claire Bennet
WHAT: Blood in the streets!!!!
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Okay, phyne. It's just a good old fashioned shouting match. Boring.
WHERE: Lobby of the apartment building.
WHEN: Afternoon, before Miss Bennet's beach trip.

John had a problem with being cooped up too long. Even when he was on the run and moving from place to place within a ( Read more... )

Ω john connor, Ω cameron phillips, Ω claire bennet

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fuckingblondie March 20 2008, 23:33:21 UTC
It was getting worse every day.

As if she felt stifled, she came closer and closer to breakdown with every passing second. There was nothing she could do, there wasn't any point at all in even trying, and now she couldn't even go out to the beach.

She couldn't leave the apartment anymore in fear that she'd be kidnapped, next time for more sinister reasons than just to help someone...

Trapped. Trapped and scared and now her freedom was gone.

Standing in the doorway to the outside, she sighed, heavy and almost weary in its sound.

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heartfor_agun March 21 2008, 01:07:17 UTC
John stood on the other side of the lobby, filled with indecision. He didn't really want to go over and talk to her, not after the way she'd snapped at him and then had switched to an entirely different emotion in the space of a few seconds. He knew of course, that he kind of liked Claire, she was nice, cute, bubbly, and interested in being friends with him.

But today of all days when he wanted to run for freedom and be back in time to not get caught, or get caught when it was too late for Cameron to do anything, did he really wanna be spending time making up with Claire? Nope.

His frown only got deeper when he noticed that she didn't seem to be anymore inclined to move out of the doorway than she had when he'd first gotten down to the lobby. Recognizing that this was possibly going to be the only time he'd be able to go outside on his own in an incredibly long time, he made his decision. He walked up to where she was standing.

Flicking the hair out of his eyes he said flatly, "You're kind of in the way."

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fuckingblondie March 21 2008, 05:16:23 UTC
...oh. Great. So now she couldn't even leave the flat anyore in fear of John walking around.

She shouldn't have helped him in the first place, not when he'd later just decide he hated her and didn't want anything to do with her, anyway.

And she was in the way.

Of course she was in the way.

Not even bothering to turn and stare, she made a face, her jaw set.

"Oh I am, am I?" she snarled, before stepping aside and glaring at him, arms crossed.

"Go ahead."

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heartfor_agun March 21 2008, 05:58:21 UTC
He bit the inside of his lip to avoid saying something nasty, and to remind himself not roll his eyes. Apparantly, neither of them wanted to talk to each other, so...good. That was good. He could just walk by her and skip off to his date with the outdoors.

So he wasn't quite sure why he opened his mouth next. "Well, if you didn't notice, you were standing the doorway for a good ten minutes. And when people need to go through there, yes, you are in the way."

John walked right past her, and then after a moment back tracked to where he'd been standing before, his stance suggesting he was impatient and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

"What is your deal? First you were mad, then you were sad, and now you're angry again."

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