"Parker," Jude said in a tone that she thought was very calm, "if you change radio stations one more time I swear to god I'll pull this car over so I can strangle you. Just pick a station!"

Parker, in the front seat of Vivica, sighed heavily and sunk back against the upholstery. "I'm so bored of driving."

"That's becoming painfully clear," Jude said, eyes on the road. It was, at worst, only a two hour drive from Cambridge to London and yet Parker acted as though they'd been stuck in the car for two days instead. Parker was not the person to be trapped in a vehicle with. Parker was bloody annoying to be trapped in a vehicle with. "Should have got you more travel sweets," she muttered, glad they were at least getting close to their destination. Although she didn't want Parker too hyped up on sugar - she was already bouncy enough just coming back to London.

Pulling into the driveway at Victoria Lane, Jude considered that she could have called ahead, but showing up unannounced just had such a better impact.

Please, she thought as she climbed out, don't let anyone be kidnapped, dead, or in the midst of a breakdown. But those were all high odds and she tried not to dread it. If Parker was worried it didn't show - she was beaming as she bounced up to knock on the door, Jude following at a slightly more sedate pace but with a smile already happening.
For the last few days Jude had been feigning sleep whenever someone came to visit her, but that was a little difficult to do when Isabelle caught her coming back from the bathroom.

"You're awake," the blonde said brightly. "Alexei said you were but every time I've come by you've been sleeping. I guess your body needs the rest."

"I guess," Jude said, without putting much feeling into the words. She climbed back into the bed and under the covers, relaxing once more. Moving around was a lot of work.

Isabelle watched her for a few moments and then moved to fiddle with the flowers that sat by Jude's bed. She rearranged them even though they didn't need any more arranging and then cast a glance over her shoulder to Jude was saw sitting up in the bed and picking at the blanket. "I'm glad you're okay," Isabelle said at last and Jude fixed her with a withering look.

And I'm sorry, but I am not a maiden fair )
For the last few days Jude had been feigning sleep whenever someone came to visit her, but that was a little difficult to do when Isabelle caught her coming back from the bathroom.

"You're awake," the blonde said brightly. "Alexei said you were but every time I've come by you've been sleeping. I guess your body needs the rest."

"I guess," Jude said, without putting much feeling into the words. She climbed back into the bed and under the covers, relaxing once more. Moving around was a lot of work.

Isabelle watched her for a few moments and then moved to fiddle with the flowers that sat by Jude's bed. She rearranged them even though they didn't need any more arranging and then cast a glance over her shoulder to Jude was saw sitting up in the bed and picking at the blanket. "I'm glad you're okay," Isabelle said at last and Jude fixed her with a withering look.

And I'm sorry, but I am not a maiden fair )
Stephie had spent the drive back to Toronto arguing happily with Lars about movies and seeing how long she could hold her hand out the window before the cold became unbearable. Her record was eight minutes, and it took about that long for her to defrost her fingers under her arm before she could try again. Lars dropped her off at the airport, and, buzzing with nervous flying solo nerves, Stephie went to check in her luggage only to find that her plane was having issues and was going to take a while before it could get off the ground.

This wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't trying to get off the ground in Russia, and would take god knows how long to even arrive in Toronto.
Well, isn't this nice? )
Stephie had spent the drive back to Toronto arguing happily with Lars about movies and seeing how long she could hold her hand out the window before the cold became unbearable. Her record was eight minutes, and it took about that long for her to defrost her fingers under her arm before she could try again. Lars dropped her off at the airport, and, buzzing with nervous flying solo nerves, Stephie went to check in her luggage only to find that her plane was having issues and was going to take a while before it could get off the ground.

This wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't trying to get off the ground in Russia, and would take god knows how long to even arrive in Toronto.
Well, isn't this nice? )
Jude hadn't realised how much stuff she'd aquired since she'd moved into Deirdre's house. She'd been packing for the last two hours and was finally getting the last of the things into boxes. The room looked very bare without all her things around and she could imagine how empty the new house was going to be.

Jillian had had to help her with getting it. She was, after all, still seventeen and needed an adult to sign things for her. And Jillian was the only adult she had and trusted. (She trusted a counciller. Jude of a year ago would have been laughing to hear that.)

It was mostly just clothes out on the bed now that she was left to fold and pack. And then she could be out of there and leave Deirdre to run off the South Africa and forget about her.
Jude hadn't realised how much stuff she'd aquired since she'd moved into Deirdre's house. She'd been packing for the last two hours and was finally getting the last of the things into boxes. The room looked very bare without all her things around and she could imagine how empty the new house was going to be.

Jillian had had to help her with getting it. She was, after all, still seventeen and needed an adult to sign things for her. And Jillian was the only adult she had and trusted. (She trusted a counciller. Jude of a year ago would have been laughing to hear that.)

It was mostly just clothes out on the bed now that she was left to fold and pack. And then she could be out of there and leave Deirdre to run off the South Africa and forget about her.
The week had rushed past Jude and now that she had time to breathe for herself she barely knew what to do with it. She'd become used to people pulling at her hair and applying makeup and telling her how to stand and what to feel and now she was just...Jude. She wasn't quite sure what to do with Jude.

After all, Jude wasn't the most wonderful of people. Jude had blocked out those who showed any signs of caring. She thought, just maybe, that she had been getting better. Getting stronger. But she could see now she was wrong about that.

She stood where she was, cold air seeping into her, and pulled her phone from her pocket, still watching straight ahead. The air escaping her lips was white and it took a handful of rings before the phone was answered on Slink's end.

"I'm outside my father's house," she told the other girl, eyes still on the lit up windows in front of her. She stood numbly on the grass outside and closed her eyes. "Give me a reason not to go in." The please on the end was unspoken but it was obvious in her voice anyway.

more )
The week had rushed past Jude and now that she had time to breathe for herself she barely knew what to do with it. She'd become used to people pulling at her hair and applying makeup and telling her how to stand and what to feel and now she was just...Jude. She wasn't quite sure what to do with Jude.

After all, Jude wasn't the most wonderful of people. Jude had blocked out those who showed any signs of caring. She thought, just maybe, that she had been getting better. Getting stronger. But she could see now she was wrong about that.

She stood where she was, cold air seeping into her, and pulled her phone from her pocket, still watching straight ahead. The air escaping her lips was white and it took a handful of rings before the phone was answered on Slink's end.

"I'm outside my father's house," she told the other girl, eyes still on the lit up windows in front of her. She stood numbly on the grass outside and closed her eyes. "Give me a reason not to go in." The please on the end was unspoken but it was obvious in her voice anyway.

more )
After reading Deirdre’s post about leaving Jude had fumed. And once she was done enough with that she jumped into her car and took off, not even sure where she was heading. She felt hurt and betrayed and hollow. Deirdre was leaving. Deirdre was leaving her and going far away. The worst part was that she hadn’t seen it coming. She didn’t know- until Deirdre said it- that she would leave. And that made Jude ashamed. Somewhere deep inside she’d come to trust and rely on Deirdre. She convinced herself that this was different…and then it was all just the same.

She was driving on automatic, not caring where she was going to end up. She wanted to do something stupid. A man crossed the road in front of her car and she wanted to get out and pummel him. She wanted to hit him and hit him and hit him till he fell down and wouldn’t move anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to send her knuckles white. Just breathe. But it was only a matter of time. Deirdre was going, and soon Slink would go, and then-

She was sliding along the road at hardly anything more than a crawl now and she pulled over and punched the steering wheel. And then again. And again. She made a strangled scream of frustration and threw her head back against the headrest hard and sat there for a few long moments, her eyes closed and her breath coming heavy through her nose. When she did open her eyes she looked around at where she was and recognised the neighbourhood. She wasn’t far from her father’s house- less than a dozen blocks- in a nice area but not as opulent as the one she grew up in.

Slowly, her mind starting to turn, she got out of the car and looked around, biting her lip gently.

Maybe

But in her head she was already calculating. And by the time she reached back into the car for her phone she knew what she would do and who she needed to call. It rang three times before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello, Jillian Hammett speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Jude,” she said, looking at the house in front of her still. “I need to ask you a really big favour.”
After reading Deirdre’s post about leaving Jude had fumed. And once she was done enough with that she jumped into her car and took off, not even sure where she was heading. She felt hurt and betrayed and hollow. Deirdre was leaving. Deirdre was leaving her and going far away. The worst part was that she hadn’t seen it coming. She didn’t know- until Deirdre said it- that she would leave. And that made Jude ashamed. Somewhere deep inside she’d come to trust and rely on Deirdre. She convinced herself that this was different…and then it was all just the same.

She was driving on automatic, not caring where she was going to end up. She wanted to do something stupid. A man crossed the road in front of her car and she wanted to get out and pummel him. She wanted to hit him and hit him and hit him till he fell down and wouldn’t move anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to send her knuckles white. Just breathe. But it was only a matter of time. Deirdre was going, and soon Slink would go, and then-

She was sliding along the road at hardly anything more than a crawl now and she pulled over and punched the steering wheel. And then again. And again. She made a strangled scream of frustration and threw her head back against the headrest hard and sat there for a few long moments, her eyes closed and her breath coming heavy through her nose. When she did open her eyes she looked around at where she was and recognised the neighbourhood. She wasn’t far from her father’s house- less than a dozen blocks- in a nice area but not as opulent as the one she grew up in.

Slowly, her mind starting to turn, she got out of the car and looked around, biting her lip gently.

Maybe

But in her head she was already calculating. And by the time she reached back into the car for her phone she knew what she would do and who she needed to call. It rang three times before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello, Jillian Hammett speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Jude,” she said, looking at the house in front of her still. “I need to ask you a really big favour.”
Stephie felt fifteen again. Stupid, volatile and angry at the world. She knew she shouldn't hit Tasha, even though it had felt really damn good to do it, she knew she should try and tone it all down, support someone, at least, but they were all being idiots about it. About everything. Even Scarlett had pulled away, needing alone time, so Stephie was left with Jude.

Which was a horrible way to put it, really. Jude was awesomeness in a tough little frame with a brand spanking new car, offering a joyride round the city- which really made her feel fifteen again. The only vehicles she'd been in recently were buses and the back of Scarlett's van, and neither of them went so fast they left her stomach and her thoughts and all her inhibitions behind.

Jude was definitely company of choice tonight.

Jude pushed the car as fast as it could go down one of the streets. Oh, it was SUCH a rush. (She'd taken to calling the car Vivica, but only in her head. She wasn't planning on letting anyone else know she'd named a car) "This is the kind of freedom I've been craving," she told Slink as they sped past a group of boys in another car.

"You have no idea." Stephie said, talking loudly over the sound of the wind rushing through the car. Convertable! Fantastic. There was a loud honking from behind them and Stephie looked over her shoulder to see the boy filled car closing the distance between them, hooting in their teenage boy language. Stephie gave them the finger.
Stephie felt fifteen again. Stupid, volatile and angry at the world. She knew she shouldn't hit Tasha, even though it had felt really damn good to do it, she knew she should try and tone it all down, support someone, at least, but they were all being idiots about it. About everything. Even Scarlett had pulled away, needing alone time, so Stephie was left with Jude.

Which was a horrible way to put it, really. Jude was awesomeness in a tough little frame with a brand spanking new car, offering a joyride round the city- which really made her feel fifteen again. The only vehicles she'd been in recently were buses and the back of Scarlett's van, and neither of them went so fast they left her stomach and her thoughts and all her inhibitions behind.

Jude was definitely company of choice tonight.

Jude pushed the car as fast as it could go down one of the streets. Oh, it was SUCH a rush. (She'd taken to calling the car Vivica, but only in her head. She wasn't planning on letting anyone else know she'd named a car) "This is the kind of freedom I've been craving," she told Slink as they sped past a group of boys in another car.

"You have no idea." Stephie said, talking loudly over the sound of the wind rushing through the car. Convertable! Fantastic. There was a loud honking from behind them and Stephie looked over her shoulder to see the boy filled car closing the distance between them, hooting in their teenage boy language. Stephie gave them the finger.
It was a cherry red Galerija 2005 Chevrolet Corvette Convertible. That meant exactly nothing to Jude- a string of meaningless words; she just knew it was a nice car. She hadn’t even told anyone when she’d started to get her driving lessons, too sure that she was going to screw it up and fail (just like she did at almost everything else, it seemed.) And now she had her licence and a brand new car to go with it.

A shiny car.

She pulled up outside Victoria Lane and sat there in the driver’s seat wondering what was going on inside the house. Was it still being filled with drama and bad times? If so…

Jude reached for her mobile and sent a text to Slink. Hey sweet thaang wanna go for a ride? Look outside.

more )
It was a cherry red Galerija 2005 Chevrolet Corvette Convertible. That meant exactly nothing to Jude- a string of meaningless words; she just knew it was a nice car. She hadn’t even told anyone when she’d started to get her driving lessons, too sure that she was going to screw it up and fail (just like she did at almost everything else, it seemed.) And now she had her licence and a brand new car to go with it.

A shiny car.

She pulled up outside Victoria Lane and sat there in the driver’s seat wondering what was going on inside the house. Was it still being filled with drama and bad times? If so…

Jude reached for her mobile and sent a text to Slink. Hey sweet thaang wanna go for a ride? Look outside.

more )
The call came through to Jude’s cell phone just as she was getting out of the shower, and it was a towel-clad dash across her room to her bookshelf to answer it. And when she did the voice belonged to Fiona, but the panicked tone made it difficult to tell what she was saying. “Fiona, calm down. What’s going on?” There was a helpless cry and then the sound of someone else taking the phone.

“Jude?”It was Morgan’s infinitely calmer voice now.  )
The call came through to Jude’s cell phone just as she was getting out of the shower, and it was a towel-clad dash across her room to her bookshelf to answer it. And when she did the voice belonged to Fiona, but the panicked tone made it difficult to tell what she was saying. “Fiona, calm down. What’s going on?” There was a helpless cry and then the sound of someone else taking the phone.

“Jude?”It was Morgan’s infinitely calmer voice now.  )
"Guh!" Lee exclaimed, jolting himself out of sleep and into a sitting position with dizzying speed. "Shit. Ahem." he added under his breath, when he remembered where he was. He'd been dreaming about fire surrounding him, above, below, the world collapsing around him. Shaking off the clinging feeling of horror, he got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to a grey sky and the constant roar of traffic from the city, all around. He unhooked the window and pushed it open, relaxing a little more as the chill of the morning air (far smokier than he was ever used to) reached in and touched his face, his bare chest. It can't have been an hour after dawn, which was a bit of a sleep in for him, so he dressed and made his way through the house to see if anyone was up yet. Finding a stillness that definitely wasn't present in the house last night, when there was a red headed menace zooming round the house and a boy with ridiculously long hair singing something in old English in the shower, Lee decided to go for a run to explore the neighbourhood until someone woke up.

He left a note on the fridge incase they were the sort to worry: adbucted by space monkeys, back once I'd become their King, and set out at a jog down the road.
Welcome to London )
"Guh!" Lee exclaimed, jolting himself out of sleep and into a sitting position with dizzying speed. "Shit. Ahem." he added under his breath, when he remembered where he was. He'd been dreaming about fire surrounding him, above, below, the world collapsing around him. Shaking off the clinging feeling of horror, he got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to a grey sky and the constant roar of traffic from the city, all around. He unhooked the window and pushed it open, relaxing a little more as the chill of the morning air (far smokier than he was ever used to) reached in and touched his face, his bare chest. It can't have been an hour after dawn, which was a bit of a sleep in for him, so he dressed and made his way through the house to see if anyone was up yet. Finding a stillness that definitely wasn't present in the house last night, when there was a red headed menace zooming round the house and a boy with ridiculously long hair singing something in old English in the shower, Lee decided to go for a run to explore the neighbourhood until someone woke up.

He left a note on the fridge incase they were the sort to worry: adbucted by space monkeys, back once I'd become their King, and set out at a jog down the road.
Welcome to London )
It would have been easier, Lee thought later, if Scarlett hadn't been writing and cooking at the same time. She's drawn him a little map to go with her verbal instructions but her lines were all squiggly and some of them were flooded with wee sauce puddles. He'd found the right street and was looking for the house that looked most like the double storied picture she'd drawn, with little dancing stick figures (except for their breasts, which Scarlett has drawn in with some detail) outside. It was only at the last minute that he thought to turn the paper ove and check if the house number was written on the back, which, lo and behold, it was.

Nice house. He thought, impressed as he walked up the path to the front door. Nice door, too, real oak. He knocked on the door and waited.

Glompage )

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