Jude/Slink

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With heavy hands Jude laced up her combat boots and then pulled down her jeans to cover them. She didn't bother looking in the mirror as she left her room. What was the point? She was dressed plainly- without a designer name to be seen- and her hair was tied up in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.

She had to get out of the house. The thought consumed her as she walked down the stairs, each step making a thump. And she knew exactly where she was going. She knew where she was going every damn day when she left the house, but still she sometimes tried to fool herself it would be somewhere differant today.

It was a drug, a sickness, an addiction, and Jude couldn't stop herself. She wanted it. No, not wanted. But she did need it.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she almost ran straight into Slink. "Oh," she said flatly. "Hey."

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Jude/Slink

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With heavy hands Jude laced up her combat boots and then pulled down her jeans to cover them. She didn't bother looking in the mirror as she left her room. What was the point? She was dressed plainly- without a designer name to be seen- and her hair was tied up in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.

She had to get out of the house. The thought consumed her as she walked down the stairs, each step making a thump. And she knew exactly where she was going. She knew where she was going every damn day when she left the house, but still she sometimes tried to fool herself it would be somewhere differant today.

It was a drug, a sickness, an addiction, and Jude couldn't stop herself. She wanted it. No, not wanted. But she did need it.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she almost ran straight into Slink. "Oh," she said flatly. "Hey."

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Stephie/Scarlett PG

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Stephie woke up mid morning on Sunday feeling weak as a kitten but, thankfully, clearheaded. Her arms had turned to spaghetti and were little use in helping her sit up, but she propped herself up on the bedhead eventually and that's when she saw the redhead sitting at her desk, fingers dancing on the keyboard. "Scarlett?" she asked, completely puzzled.

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Stephie/Scarlett PG

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Stephie woke up mid morning on Sunday feeling weak as a kitten but, thankfully, clearheaded. Her arms had turned to spaghetti and were little use in helping her sit up, but she propped herself up on the bedhead eventually and that's when she saw the redhead sitting at her desk, fingers dancing on the keyboard. "Scarlett?" she asked, completely puzzled.

( Post fever )

Renee - writing to Jack - G

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Because of her cooperation in therapy and lucid nature, Renee hadn't had too much trouble negotiating for more writing time. So now she sat in the common room, pen in hand, paper before her, doctor watching her discreetly...

Renee couldn't imagine writing a harder letter, no matter how long they kept her in here.

My dearest Jack,

I am sure Deirdre has been keeping you up to date with everything that has happened to me. I am so sorry if I worried you. I probably shouldn't go into details here, but I promise you that none of this was supposed to happen. Deirdre will tell you anything you want to know. I told her she could.

I'm not writing to explain why I am in here, though. I wanted apologise to you. I was very stupid when you came to visit. I really made a mess of things, and I am so very sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was in a terrible state of mind, and I needed somebody to make me feel attractive and loved. You did that for me and I fucked it all u made a mess of ruined everything.

Deirdre tells me that things are getting better between you and Jake and Avery. I'm sorry that they got worse because of me.

Jack, you are one of the best friends I have ever had. I don't want to lose you. But I understand if you don't want to see me or hear from me anymore. I have no right to expect that friendsh anything of you.

I still love you, Jack. And I have learnt my lesson. I will never do anything so stupid again. Please forgive me. But I won't hold it against you if you don't. Please.

I wish I could see you. I wish I could apologise in person. But that might not happen for a long time, and I don't think that this is something that can wait.

I am sorry, Jack. I really don't know what more I can say.

I hope I hear from you soon, I really do.

Love always,

~ Renee

Renee sealed the letter into the envlope and rose to give it to the doctor. He made a slightly incredulous face as he read the address.

"Cape Town, Renee?"

Renee simply nodded.

The doctor shrugged. "Okay." The long-distance postage wouldn't bother him, or anyone. It would simply go on Renee's bill at the end.

The letter out of the way, Renee made her way back to her room, hoping for visitors. It was Easter Sunday. Someone was sure to visit.

Renee - writing to Jack - G

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Because of her cooperation in therapy and lucid nature, Renee hadn't had too much trouble negotiating for more writing time. So now she sat in the common room, pen in hand, paper before her, doctor watching her discreetly...

Renee couldn't imagine writing a harder letter, no matter how long they kept her in here.

My dearest Jack,

I am sure Deirdre has been keeping you up to date with everything that has happened to me. I am so sorry if I worried you. I probably shouldn't go into details here, but I promise you that none of this was supposed to happen. Deirdre will tell you anything you want to know. I told her she could.

I'm not writing to explain why I am in here, though. I wanted apologise to you. I was very stupid when you came to visit. I really made a mess of things, and I am so very sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was in a terrible state of mind, and I needed somebody to make me feel attractive and loved. You did that for me and I fucked it all u made a mess of ruined everything.

Deirdre tells me that things are getting better between you and Jake and Avery. I'm sorry that they got worse because of me.

Jack, you are one of the best friends I have ever had. I don't want to lose you. But I understand if you don't want to see me or hear from me anymore. I have no right to expect that friendsh anything of you.

I still love you, Jack. And I have learnt my lesson. I will never do anything so stupid again. Please forgive me. But I won't hold it against you if you don't. Please.

I wish I could see you. I wish I could apologise in person. But that might not happen for a long time, and I don't think that this is something that can wait.

I am sorry, Jack. I really don't know what more I can say.

I hope I hear from you soon, I really do.

Love always,

~ Renee

Renee sealed the letter into the envlope and rose to give it to the doctor. He made a slightly incredulous face as he read the address.

"Cape Town, Renee?"

Renee simply nodded.

The doctor shrugged. "Okay." The long-distance postage wouldn't bother him, or anyone. It would simply go on Renee's bill at the end.

The letter out of the way, Renee made her way back to her room, hoping for visitors. It was Easter Sunday. Someone was sure to visit.