09-06-2014, 07:25 PM
"Anybody seen the Red Cross girl? Miss Grey?"
Jay asked as he walked (hobbled) up to a trio of Legionnaires. Only one of the three was a Hell Cat, Stefin, and that one was the one to respond.
"Took food up to her room for breakfast. Probably still there. Haven't seen her or that fuck faced kid of hers around yet."
Stefin eyed the way Jay leaned on his cane. Which made him lean on his own two feet a little more.
"Watch the tone, Hellion,"
Jay said, jaw snug. If anyone had the right to be pissed at Ekene over their leg, it was Jay, and Jay alone. As it was, even if he were pissed about it, the kid didn't deserve to be crucified. Even if he would have seen Jay strung from a tree if he'd had a chance.
He left the three to get back to their work in order to begin the laborious climb up the stairs. Who knew stairs required so much bend in the knee. With the one leg straight as a board, he had to swing his foot up and around the step to make it up another level. Nearly kicked the feet out from under a staff worker too. "Shit! Sorry bro."
Jay waved and scooched on out of the way as best he could. Place probably didn't have a pole or something he could climb up, like an old timey firehouse. There was this county station two towns over from his that had an old golden pole that went through the floor. His friend Joey broke his ankle sliding down it without knowing what he was doing. Was funny as hell.
He contained the fact that he was panting by the time he made it upstairs and went off in search of Natalie's room. It took asking for directions once, but it was pretty clear by the guard outside as soon as he got there that someone important was behind that closed door.
He nodded a good morning at the guy standing outside, not a Hellion, but Jay knew him anyway, and reached up to knock.
And an uniformed hand snatched his arm away. Jay winced, ready to snap his wrist into the guy's throat, but obviously caught himself when he realized it was a friendly.
"What the-"
he started, but the guard shook his head and lowered his voice.
"Mousiour Danjou is inside. Probably should not disturb them."
Jay blinked and looked at the door again. Jacques Danjou, their CEO, was inside? Something welled up in his gut, something he didn't like.
It was probably innocent. She was Red Cross and he was L.P. He liked to make the rounds and greet everyone.
"What do you mean, disturb 'them'?"
He asked.
The other Legionnaire shrugged. "Mister Danjou and Miss Grey. He has been inside for quite some time."
There was nothing obvious in the things said, but Jay tried to ignore the gaping holes in the story.
Its innocent. Its got to be. But Danjou himself assigned Jay to be her laision. Then again he had admitted to how ... breath taking .. Natalie was. Or maybe that was Jay's word. But still. Danjou had eyes.
And a goddamned french tongue. Probably sweeping her off her feet with those two perfectly functioning legs. His own leg was throbbing from all the stairs. And brushing the hair from her face. Right before cramming that smooth-talking tongue down her throat.
He couldn't take it. He pushed open the door and immediately regretted it.
Danjou was kissing her.
And Jay found himself speechless. "Uhh,"
he looked back and forth between them, and all the emotion drained away until he was left with the heap of his own defeated conclusion. He was already sweating, but an extra bit washed under his uniform shirt none the less.
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and turned away. "Uhh, I have to go..."
...anywhere but here.
Jay asked as he walked (hobbled) up to a trio of Legionnaires. Only one of the three was a Hell Cat, Stefin, and that one was the one to respond.
"Took food up to her room for breakfast. Probably still there. Haven't seen her or that fuck faced kid of hers around yet."
Stefin eyed the way Jay leaned on his cane. Which made him lean on his own two feet a little more.
"Watch the tone, Hellion,"
Jay said, jaw snug. If anyone had the right to be pissed at Ekene over their leg, it was Jay, and Jay alone. As it was, even if he were pissed about it, the kid didn't deserve to be crucified. Even if he would have seen Jay strung from a tree if he'd had a chance.
He left the three to get back to their work in order to begin the laborious climb up the stairs. Who knew stairs required so much bend in the knee. With the one leg straight as a board, he had to swing his foot up and around the step to make it up another level. Nearly kicked the feet out from under a staff worker too. "Shit! Sorry bro."
Jay waved and scooched on out of the way as best he could. Place probably didn't have a pole or something he could climb up, like an old timey firehouse. There was this county station two towns over from his that had an old golden pole that went through the floor. His friend Joey broke his ankle sliding down it without knowing what he was doing. Was funny as hell.
He contained the fact that he was panting by the time he made it upstairs and went off in search of Natalie's room. It took asking for directions once, but it was pretty clear by the guard outside as soon as he got there that someone important was behind that closed door.
He nodded a good morning at the guy standing outside, not a Hellion, but Jay knew him anyway, and reached up to knock.
And an uniformed hand snatched his arm away. Jay winced, ready to snap his wrist into the guy's throat, but obviously caught himself when he realized it was a friendly.
"What the-"
he started, but the guard shook his head and lowered his voice.
"Mousiour Danjou is inside. Probably should not disturb them."
Jay blinked and looked at the door again. Jacques Danjou, their CEO, was inside? Something welled up in his gut, something he didn't like.
It was probably innocent. She was Red Cross and he was L.P. He liked to make the rounds and greet everyone.
"What do you mean, disturb 'them'?"
He asked.
The other Legionnaire shrugged. "Mister Danjou and Miss Grey. He has been inside for quite some time."
There was nothing obvious in the things said, but Jay tried to ignore the gaping holes in the story.
Its innocent. Its got to be. But Danjou himself assigned Jay to be her laision. Then again he had admitted to how ... breath taking .. Natalie was. Or maybe that was Jay's word. But still. Danjou had eyes.
And a goddamned french tongue. Probably sweeping her off her feet with those two perfectly functioning legs. His own leg was throbbing from all the stairs. And brushing the hair from her face. Right before cramming that smooth-talking tongue down her throat.
He couldn't take it. He pushed open the door and immediately regretted it.
Danjou was kissing her.
And Jay found himself speechless. "Uhh,"
he looked back and forth between them, and all the emotion drained away until he was left with the heap of his own defeated conclusion. He was already sweating, but an extra bit washed under his uniform shirt none the less.
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and turned away. "Uhh, I have to go..."
...anywhere but here.
Only darkness shows you the light.