|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 18:48:27 GMT -5
"I'm Jason. Who're you?" he asked, sighing slightly at her constant questions. He might have to ask someone to give her a sore throat or something to keep her from talking if she kept asking this many questions and was this persistant in everything.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 18:52:55 GMT -5
"Serenity." she said, defeat marring her voice. "Good night." she mumbled, retreating to her room. Why was he so secretive? What all was he hiding?
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 18:54:39 GMT -5
He watched her leave and then slid into his room, shutting the door and then locking it so he didn't get anyone snooping around. He put his shower on for noise, then vanished down to the place in Hell where the reapers met to get what he needed to get, before returning up and turning the shower off. His hair was wet as if he'd gotten out.
Jason laid on his bed and closed his eyes, and slid into a light sleep.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:05:15 GMT -5
Uable to sleep because of the questions bouncing around in her head, Serenity silently sat up in her bed and crept out of her room. Exploring the nearest room, she crept stealthily into his study and began filing through his drawers.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:09:00 GMT -5
Jason stirred silently when he heard noises of things being rifled through in his room. He pretended to sleep, but could hear Serenity, he presumed, going through his clothes. She'd find mostly black clothes, and the occasional worn piece of clothing from his rough life as a slave. In the bottom drawer were memory books with random bits of seemingly useless information and random things. In his night-stand was a journal, that was locked. The key was around his neck. Other than that, his room was mostly baron or decorative- useless things of beauty filling the space.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:16:32 GMT -5
Eyeing the journal curiously, she wondered if she should try and retrieve the key from his neck or not. Again letting curiosity get the best of he, she silently crept towards Jason, leaning over him and silently moving her hads around the key.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:21:16 GMT -5
His hands shot out and wrapped around her, then in a flash of superior speed flipped her under him and pinned her down, using brute strength this time. He wasn't very big, muscle-wise, but he surprisingly had a lot of strength. "Curiousity kills, you know, and it's not just that cat," he mumbled, staring down at her with piercing ice-blue eyes.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:24:04 GMT -5
Breathing sharpy, she let out a slight gasp. "Yeah...but satisfaction brought it back..." she managed to whisper, realizing she had made a mistake in going through his things.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:26:10 GMT -5
"How'd you get in? I locked my door," he growled out, eyes narrowing dangerously at her pretty little face.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:28:31 GMT -5
Intimidated by his harsh gaze, she shrunk back even further into her bed, forcing herself to speack. "I picked the lock with a bobby pin." she said, unable to manage anything more.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:30:42 GMT -5
He sat up and moved off of her, reaching for his shirt. "Get out," he ordered her, going to see what she'd moved and putting it back in place. He paused at the sight of his memory book, tracing the cover silently before sighing and putting it away.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:41:39 GMT -5
Scared that he might refuse to follow through with their deal if she upset him even more, she did as she was told, quickly returning to her room.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:45:30 GMT -5
Jason waited until he heard the door shut to relock his door and then put in place another lock that had to be unlocked from the inside, growling crude things the whole time. He went back to bed and fell into an even lighter sleep, rousing himself at every small noise until dawn peeked into his room and forced him out of bed. He was very grumpy when he walked downstairs in his suit- he always dressed nice. He sat down on the chair in his livingroom and waited for his butler or maid to come and serve him.
|
|
|
Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 19:52:50 GMT -5
Not wanting to upset him furthe, Serenity remained in her room until instructed to come out. To pass the time, she took out her sketch pad and began drawing a sketch of Jason. She drew almost every day, keeping a dairy of pictures of the happenings f her life. Most of the time her drawings were uneventful- a picture of a run down building, then one of a random stranger. However, this past day had been particularly exciting, and she felt the urge to document all that happened in case she was not given the opportunity later. In her sketch, Jason was sleeping, as he had been when she had first gone to remove the key from his neck. He looked peacful and at ease in her mind then, much more so then when he was awake.
|
|
|
Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 19:56:53 GMT -5
Jason finally sent someone up to fetch her. They went upstiars and told her she should come to breakfast now if she wanted to eat, and that if she wasn't hungry, Master JAson still requested her presence. THen the maid left to go clean.
Jason was sipping coffee and nibbling at some toast silently. THere was an array of foods out for her to choose from to eat that morning.
|
|