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thecapitol2015-05-11 10:04 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-11 10:04 pm
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[Closed] You've been inside your head for too long
Who| Jet, Sam, Terezi, Bucky
What| Jet gathers what's left of his family under his wings
Where| The Heinrich Apartment between floors 2 and 3
When| After the hacked post, but before the next arena
Warnings/Notes| Sad sacks pile together
It had been a hard few months for all of them. Jet had finally heard from Albert and it had helped, even if it had very nearly ended in an argument and hurt feelings, but it hadn't lifted the suffocating quiet or the empty loneliness or the fact there wasn't someone Jet felt he could turn to when the one person he wanted to collapse on was miles away. Better than dead, but not easy. But, ever since the end of the last arena with Albert's disappearance, things had gone from bad to worse. Now it was Initiate and Steve too and it wasn't hard to notice the effect of the absences.
Bucky had gone from Okay to Not Okay at All. Sam was usually the pillar, the man with a smile and comfort at hand, but Jet could see the cracks and the way the smiles were harder these days. Terezi, too, was usually bright and ready with a toothy grin and a snarky comment, but that luster had been lost as well. Jet wasn't as polished and ready to shine as he used to be either, but what he could do was try and pull them together and make the sunshine a little brighter while it lasted.
Of course, he'd decided this about midday and nothing was prepared, so he'd vanished the rest of the day to prepare. Around early evening, a voice message was sent to all of them that simply said 'Come to the apartment between floors 2 and 3 as soon as you can. Wear whatever you sleep in and bring whatever makes you comfortable.' And then he waited.
Whenever they got there, they'd find the door unlocked. Opening it would reveal that every available floor space had been covered in pillows and blankets and even a few bean bag cushions he'd found in the city. One of the game systems stashed on one of the floors had seemed to 'accidentally' make it's way into the room and hooked up to the t.v. there were also movies that might or might not have conveniently slipped into his pockets and wound up in a pile near the system. Funny how a life of petty larceny could come back to a guy in a time of need.
From wall to wall, the apartment was decked out in warmth and comfort and dimmed lighting, aided by the unprofessionally painted walls that were a mixture of bright blue and deep red. Except for one wall that held a carefully and beautifully done rainbow. Even the kitchen was set up, the fridge and counters were stocked with everything sugary and delicious he could find, food and drinks. If it could be conceived as a comfort food, it was there. That had been the part that had taken the longest: bringing all the food he needed from the downstairs kitchens to the apartment. There was no way he was using the avoxes for this or anything else if he could help it. Jet himself was dressed in long pants and a tank top and he was lounging on the floor against one of the bean bag chairs to wait for his guests.
What| Jet gathers what's left of his family under his wings
Where| The Heinrich Apartment between floors 2 and 3
When| After the hacked post, but before the next arena
Warnings/Notes| Sad sacks pile together
It had been a hard few months for all of them. Jet had finally heard from Albert and it had helped, even if it had very nearly ended in an argument and hurt feelings, but it hadn't lifted the suffocating quiet or the empty loneliness or the fact there wasn't someone Jet felt he could turn to when the one person he wanted to collapse on was miles away. Better than dead, but not easy. But, ever since the end of the last arena with Albert's disappearance, things had gone from bad to worse. Now it was Initiate and Steve too and it wasn't hard to notice the effect of the absences.
Bucky had gone from Okay to Not Okay at All. Sam was usually the pillar, the man with a smile and comfort at hand, but Jet could see the cracks and the way the smiles were harder these days. Terezi, too, was usually bright and ready with a toothy grin and a snarky comment, but that luster had been lost as well. Jet wasn't as polished and ready to shine as he used to be either, but what he could do was try and pull them together and make the sunshine a little brighter while it lasted.
Of course, he'd decided this about midday and nothing was prepared, so he'd vanished the rest of the day to prepare. Around early evening, a voice message was sent to all of them that simply said 'Come to the apartment between floors 2 and 3 as soon as you can. Wear whatever you sleep in and bring whatever makes you comfortable.' And then he waited.
Whenever they got there, they'd find the door unlocked. Opening it would reveal that every available floor space had been covered in pillows and blankets and even a few bean bag cushions he'd found in the city. One of the game systems stashed on one of the floors had seemed to 'accidentally' make it's way into the room and hooked up to the t.v. there were also movies that might or might not have conveniently slipped into his pockets and wound up in a pile near the system. Funny how a life of petty larceny could come back to a guy in a time of need.
From wall to wall, the apartment was decked out in warmth and comfort and dimmed lighting, aided by the unprofessionally painted walls that were a mixture of bright blue and deep red. Except for one wall that held a carefully and beautifully done rainbow. Even the kitchen was set up, the fridge and counters were stocked with everything sugary and delicious he could find, food and drinks. If it could be conceived as a comfort food, it was there. That had been the part that had taken the longest: bringing all the food he needed from the downstairs kitchens to the apartment. There was no way he was using the avoxes for this or anything else if he could help it. Jet himself was dressed in long pants and a tank top and he was lounging on the floor against one of the bean bag chairs to wait for his guests.
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He turned his head to give Bucky a small smile. "Maybe. But we'd be better with you." He pulled one of his arms away from the tangle to extend it to Bucky. His smile turned into a small smirk and he raised one brow. "Please?"
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He's not going to counter Terezi or Jet's efforts, though. ...well. He's mostly not going to counter them.
"You don't gotta say yes, Buck, you know I know how to take no for an answer." There's a pause, then he adds, "But you also already know my opinion on hugs."
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"Is it me? It's me, isn't it? Look, I will just scoot my bony self over this way and you won't even know that I'm here." In the middle of the hug sandwich, Terezi wiggles and worms her way to the outside of the group hug so that she can use Sam and Jet to obscure herself from view. "There. You can't see me, I can't see any of you. We're golden. Come get your manly friend-hug on."
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It helps that Terezi moves herself from the centre to one side of the hug, opening the possibility to Bucky to not have to touch her.
A sigh is bitten back as Bucky gets back to his feet, circling around the room until he's coming up on Jet's extended arm. Being around his friends sometimes feels like he's caught in the tidal force of a whirlpool and struggling will only do him good for so long. "Because you said please."
Just because of that, except not really. There's a part of Bucky that could really do with the comfort, that really wants the comfort on offer. The part of him that went lonely and untouched by kind hands for too long, now ripped raw again by the loss of Steve to Capitol hands. He let's himself sink against Jet's side.