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where've you been, mate? been looking for you for like 3 weeks.
hey is it ok if i stop by sometime my wrists are all hecked up
[ She has not even noticed he's been MIA and now she wants favors, because she is such a good friend. ]
[ She has not even noticed he's been MIA and now she wants favors, because she is such a good friend. ]
[ Joel turns into the driveway of the beach house, waits for the garage door to fully ascend, and slowly rolls in. Killing the engine, he looks across at Jesse quickly, gives a small nod as much to say, here we are, I guess, and opens the door to climb out. The trip home from Will's place had been mostly weighted down with a bleak and stifling silence, with Joel struggling to find things to say in between trying to work out how to handle Jesse being so entirely unfamiliar. He liked to think that the moment Jesse was home that they could just try to return to normal and put everything behind them, but now that they're here...
He opens the trunk to fetch Jesse's overnight bag of clothes while depressing the garage remote to shutter down the door, and then he's leading the way to the door that leads into the house through the garage. Unlocks the door, steps inside, drops Jesse's bag onto one of the kitchen stools as he passes by the bench. There is a noticeable absence of Ellie's presence: no dirty sneakers by the front door, no video games in a messy pile by the TV, no personal effects.
Coming to a stop in the kitchen, Joel stands there awkwardly, wondering what to do or say, and then: ]
You, uh. Want somethin' to eat?
He opens the trunk to fetch Jesse's overnight bag of clothes while depressing the garage remote to shutter down the door, and then he's leading the way to the door that leads into the house through the garage. Unlocks the door, steps inside, drops Jesse's bag onto one of the kitchen stools as he passes by the bench. There is a noticeable absence of Ellie's presence: no dirty sneakers by the front door, no video games in a messy pile by the TV, no personal effects.
Coming to a stop in the kitchen, Joel stands there awkwardly, wondering what to do or say, and then: ]
You, uh. Want somethin' to eat?
[The sensation he feels upon entering the house is an echo of what he felt when he arrived a few days ago, when he knelt down and kissed the Florida soil. It's like he's walking back into the best dream he ever had. It's a place that, logically, shouldn't be real. And even though the memory of it is tinged with sadness, there is also so much light here. Some of the best things that happened to him happened in this house.
The tragedy of it is coming back to it the way he is: changed, in all the ways Joel can sense but doesn't voice. Not that he has to. Jesse intuits the rift between them. He understands that he's a ghost of the person Joel's been waiting for. He's helpless to do anything about that.]
Sure. Whatever you got is good.
[Jesse isn't especially hungry, but he knows that performing tasks makes Joel feel better about these things, so lunch can be the task for now. Jesse, meanwhile, takes the time to survey the room. It hasn't changed much since he's been gone, but he hardly remembers it.]
The tragedy of it is coming back to it the way he is: changed, in all the ways Joel can sense but doesn't voice. Not that he has to. Jesse intuits the rift between them. He understands that he's a ghost of the person Joel's been waiting for. He's helpless to do anything about that.]
Sure. Whatever you got is good.
[Jesse isn't especially hungry, but he knows that performing tasks makes Joel feel better about these things, so lunch can be the task for now. Jesse, meanwhile, takes the time to survey the room. It hasn't changed much since he's been gone, but he hardly remembers it.]
youre back!
[Saul had said he might be, but Kotetsu had been trying to avoid getting his hopes up. It's a nice surprise, after that whole Neverland disaster.]
[Saul had said he might be, but Kotetsu had been trying to avoid getting his hopes up. It's a nice surprise, after that whole Neverland disaster.]
OK. I think I didn't explain myself very well on the network earlier. If you're done laughing, can I try to make my thoughts a little clearer to you?
[Skye's having a very hard time not panicking as she shakily presses the selections on her communicator to call Jesse. War. Kidnapped ImPorts. She had to make sure Jesse wasn't one of them.]
[ how does he even approach a total stranger and asks him if he can get Kaneki dead bodies? Kaneki has no idea, but look at him trying. ]
Hello-
You don't know me. My name is Ken Kaneki. Will told me you might be able to help me. [ maybe. ]
Hello-
You don't know me. My name is Ken Kaneki. Will told me you might be able to help me. [ maybe. ]
[There isn't a lot to do in the cell where the kidnapped imPorts have been dumped aside from wait and watch. The guards have been careful not to allow them any opportunities for escape so far and they respond to nothing, no matter what insults she flings at them (and lord, how she's tried).
So it's no surprise that, upon finally getting the hang of accessing the network via the mental link, she's taken to passing the time by calling various friends. Partly for situation updates from the outside, but also she just needs to vent ok. This situation is shit.]
Jesse? [Considering his constant need to martyr himself, she figures he's right in the thick of it. Plus he'll understand some of what she's going through with the cravings.]
So it's no surprise that, upon finally getting the hang of accessing the network via the mental link, she's taken to passing the time by calling various friends. Partly for situation updates from the outside, but also she just needs to vent ok. This situation is shit.]
Jesse? [Considering his constant need to martyr himself, she figures he's right in the thick of it. Plus he'll understand some of what she's going through with the cravings.]
So I've got a request. Completely unrelated, believe it or not, to Communist kidnappings or impending war or any of it.
[He thinks this is a good idea. He thinks he needs to better gauge whatever vindication Jesse Pinkman might be starving for. He thinks he can't risk any hiccups when his book on Walter White is released this month, and it's bad enough that a bellicose crisis has framed all of their lives.]
Jesse? This is Doctor Chilton. I thought we ought to talk.
Jesse? This is Doctor Chilton. I thought we ought to talk.
[Despite the fact that Skye has not made or had any contact with Jesse for almost two weeks, the latest majority report was enough for her to break that silence. Obviously concerned of what this would do to Jesse, as well as it pissing her off. Which is why she texted him as soon as she was done reading it.]
Have you seen the majority report?
Have you seen the majority report?
[On this, the most important romance-related holiday of the year, Jesse receives a card delivered by a flying pig that is really great at operating mailboxes, apparently. The pig was probably supposed to look sort of like cupid, as is appropriate for the day, but Mabel made the wings way more bat-like than cherubic. Oops!
There’s a small chocolate heart taped to the back, and a little note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Have the best day EVER!!]
There’s a small chocolate heart taped to the back, and a little note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Have the best day EVER!!]
[ A letter delivered in a gold envelope, handed off by a personal courier. Inside it is a card key to an expensive hotel in downtown Heropa. It appears to be a deluxe suite.
It's paired with a note: It's yours for the night handsome man, on me. A reward for showing me a good time.
The note isn't signed, with the assumption that anyone is going to immediately know the handwriting of Jinseok Jin. ]
It's paired with a note: It's yours for the night handsome man, on me. A reward for showing me a good time.
The note isn't signed, with the assumption that anyone is going to immediately know the handwriting of Jinseok Jin. ]
Where the hell do I even begin smuggling a dozen kids out of here?
[rhetorical question, but hi Jesse. your former 'boss' is kind of frustrated with all this.]
[rhetorical question, but hi Jesse. your former 'boss' is kind of frustrated with all this.]
[Skye's been trying so hard to keep her distance from Jesse, despite the fact that they were both currently in his hidden home. He wasn't himself, not since he began going to the Seminars. He didn't speak, didn't eat, barely acknowledged the fact that she was there. Just came home and went into his room.
Which is where she went when she finally got home a good two hours after the seminar ended. Charles had made her aware that there was a possibility they had gotten inside her head. Which of course made her panic.
Bringing up a hand to his door, Skye knocked on it a few times before speaking up. Her voice weak as she called out to him, evident in her voice that she's been crying.]
Jesse? Please. Please let me come in.
Which is where she went when she finally got home a good two hours after the seminar ended. Charles had made her aware that there was a possibility they had gotten inside her head. Which of course made her panic.
Bringing up a hand to his door, Skye knocked on it a few times before speaking up. Her voice weak as she called out to him, evident in her voice that she's been crying.]
Jesse? Please. Please let me come in.
[Of course he's been avoiding her. His paranoia and his propensity for violence are reason enough for Jesse to keep himself isolated from his loved ones, but especially in times like these, when he can feel his grip on sanity slipping. If he doesn't want to hurt her, he has to stay away from her, put his energy into maintaining his hold on reality.
He can't ignore her when she's crying out for him, though. When he hears her at the door, he can't stop himself from opening it.]
What's wrong?
[Besides everything.]
He can't ignore her when she's crying out for him, though. When he hears her at the door, he can't stop himself from opening it.]
What's wrong?
[Besides everything.]
[ It's been ten hours after the battle and Carl's voice is gravelly with exhaustion. But he wants to let Jesse know something important. Something he couldn't say during the battle, or afterward. ]
I know what you did.
I don't care if you revived him. That doesn't excuse the fact you killed my dad, you piece of shit.
Go to hell.
I know what you did.
I don't care if you revived him. That doesn't excuse the fact you killed my dad, you piece of shit.
Go to hell.
[ On the 14th, Kaneki will be trying to deliver a box with home-made chocolate in order to celebrate the White Day. He will leave a small note as well saying "Happy White Day and thank you" neatly written in Japanese, along with his signature.
He promises there are no people in it ok )8 ]
He promises there are no people in it ok )8 ]
Raina can't know my weaknesses here.
Pardon me, Mr. Pinkman, but this is business.
Answer the phone when you get a moment, would you? I would appreciate it.
Answer the phone when you get a moment, would you? I would appreciate it.
Edited 2016-04-10 13:13 (UTC)
[Getting back from her own event around 11:30, Daisy got changed into her pajamas and plopped down on her bed before ringing up Jesse. Fully ready to tease him and ask how his date went.]
[With Jesse back on his feet, Daisy had given him some space to get back into the swing of things. At least that's what she had him, hopefully, believing. In reality she was still sitting on the realization that Joel was more than just a body guard for Jesse.
After he barbecued for the two of them that evening, Daisy was sitting with her feet in the pool when she finally couldn't keep it in any longer.]
So how long have you and Joel been a thing?
[She didn't even look at him. She may as well have just asked about the weather the way she went about asking it.]
After he barbecued for the two of them that evening, Daisy was sitting with her feet in the pool when she finally couldn't keep it in any longer.]
So how long have you and Joel been a thing?
[She didn't even look at him. She may as well have just asked about the weather the way she went about asking it.]
[Jesse turns a sharp look to her. It shouldn't surprise him so much, really. This is what she does for a living, finding out stuff that other people are trying to keep secret. But she drops that revelation like a bomb, and all he can wonder is how long she's been sitting with it. If it's been a few minutes or a few months.]
We're not... a thing.
[To get technical. He's not trying to deny it. With a sigh, Jesse approaches the pool and sits down next to her. He won't have this discussion with her back.]
It's not like you think it is. But yeah, we've slept together. I've slept with a lot of my employees. It doesn't mean anything.
We're not... a thing.
[To get technical. He's not trying to deny it. With a sigh, Jesse approaches the pool and sits down next to her. He won't have this discussion with her back.]
It's not like you think it is. But yeah, we've slept together. I've slept with a lot of my employees. It doesn't mean anything.
[A few days after Sarah's "surgery", a courier will deliver an impeccable arrangement of flowers and a tastefully glittery, handmade card with the following note inside:]
Dear Jesse,
Please accept this small token of our appreciation and gratitude for your part in keeping Sarah safe during her surgical procedure. She is very lucky to have a friend as dedicated and caring as you are and we only hope that we can someday return the favour.
Sincerely,
Alison Hendrix
Dear Jesse,
Please accept this small token of our appreciation and gratitude for your part in keeping Sarah safe during her surgical procedure. She is very lucky to have a friend as dedicated and caring as you are and we only hope that we can someday return the favour.
Sincerely,
Alison Hendrix
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