Nothing inbetween me and the rain

Jocelyn Corentin Devereux, that's my name, but you should call me Jack. Twenty-two year old History major at Brookcrest. I've got one or two people with my face roaming around here, don't you dare fucking touch them if you know what's good for you. Got questions? That's what the ask box is for.

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mariepuck replied to your post:If this nurse doesn't stop

Nurse?

Yes, one of the nurses in this hospital. She's trying to tell me I should take time off lacrosse. It's just some stitches, I'm fine.

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If this nurse doesn't stop

I've played through worse.

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Merci.

[hurricanedevereux]

Je... Pas de problème. Aller dormir un peu.

[mariepuck-blog]

Je serai bien, vraiment. Je ne vais pas manquer de nouveau la pratique.

[hurricanedevereux]

Très bien. Je vais garder un oeil sur vous si. Votre santé est avant crosse. D'ailleurs, tout le monde me tuerait si je vous vous blessez en jouant quand vous ne devriez pas être.

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Je le sais. J’étais insouciant. Il ne se reproduira pas.

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Bon. Je jure que si vous passez sur le terrain ... Il suffit de trouver le sommeil. Beaucoup d'entre elles. Si vous avez manquez la pratique de demain, le faire. Je veux que vous en bonne santé, Marie.

[devereuxgabe]

{Then stop calling me Gabriel. What exactly is that supposed to mean? What’s wrong with her? … Fine. Whatever.}

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{You started it, but fine. That's something you should ask her. I'm just watching my team member not sleep, skip practice, cry and be generally depressed and upset while trying her best to put on an optimistic front. ...I love you, Gabe, but you don't get to order me around.}

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Yeah. Ce n’est pas la première fois que cela arrive.

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Vous ne pouvez pas continuer à faire ça pour vous, Puckerman. Ce n'est pas correct. Vous ne pouvez pas traiter vous-même comme cela, surtout quand vous méritez beaucoup mieux.

[devereuxgabe]

{I’m not disputing that, Jocelyn, I’m simply disputing the manner in which to decide like you act like you give a shit. Ask her what the fuck is wrong instead of berating her like that! … Don’t bring him up.}

[hurricanedevereux]

{Stop calling me that. I know what's wrong, or at least I have a very good idea what is. Figuring out why really isn't that hard, making sure it doesn't happen again is. Especially when the person who can fix it is being-- not important. Well then stop treating me like he would.}

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Not at all. Très bien, mais je ne veux pas inquiéter personne.

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Fuck... Vous évanoui. Bien sûr nous-- ils vont s'inquiéter.

[devereuxgabe]

This isn’t the kind of situation to be handled with aggression and authority, either. Stand. Down.

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{I'm not just going to sit back and pretend that the fact she hasn't been sleeping and passed out is okay. It's not fucking okay. And she's trying to play it off, also not okay. Also you are my sister, not our father, Gabriel.}

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I, um. I’ve been kinda busy, so I guess I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should. Je suis désolé.

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As much as you should, or at all? Ne vous excusez pas pour moi. Je suis le pas celui qui a besoin d'une excuse.

[devereuxgabe]

Stop chastising her, Jocelyn. Now.

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No one else is going to do it, Gabriel. Every situation can't be handled with kid gloves.

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Yeah, I got a bit tired. But I’m fine now. Je le promets.

[hurricanedevereux]

Being "a bit tired" doesn't cause you to pass out. Have you slept at all? And just because you're fine now, that doesn't make everything okay. This shouldn't have happened in the first place. Je le croirai quand je le vois de mes propres yeux.

[mariepuck-blog]

I passed out during Dance. I’m okay.

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You passed out, obviously you're not okay, Puckerman.

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So, I may have been a bit silly and ended up in the nurse today, but I guess it isn’t too bad. They gave me goldfish crackers!

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You're- Fuck, êtes-vous sérieux? What the hell happened?

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What The Hell || Jackrie

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I try to be happy and optimistic all the time. That’s just how I am, really.

[Letting her eyes slip closed, a slight flush appeared on her face as she heard Jack slip into French. It was more comforting, somehow, and she tilted her head up at her.] Je me sens perdu.

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Yes, and the world could use more people like you. Is it ever a strain though? To always be the happy one?

[It was easier, a lot easier, to be gentler in her native tongue. Not that Jack could ever be truly gentle, but she tried harder. Marie's words twisted her gut, she really didn't like seeing the girl so down, it hurt. Bringing a hand up, she ran it through the other girl's hair, tucking some loose strands behind her ear.] C'est bien aussi, mais maintenant nous travaillons sur vous retrouver.

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What The Hell || Jackrie

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Aw, shh. [Marie didn’t let the smile go unnoticed, though, and she felt her own widen, wondering how on earth her face was big enough to hold it.] I’ve always been this way. I guess it’s good to find a balance, though.

[She blinked lightly at her words, taking them in. She was right, after all. Marie wasn’t fine. But she didn’t like anyone knowing that. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, unable to think of what to say in response.]

[hurricanedevereux]

[Jack bit down on the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from smiling any wider, despite Marie's own face splitting grin.] Balance is a good thing, because without one side of the emotional spectrum, you wouldn't know that you even existed in the other one.

[Sighing, she stepped over to the girl and leaned down to press her lips to Marie's temple.] Vous n'êtes pas d'accord, mais cela ne signifie pas que vous faites quelque chose de mal. Nos vies sont un clin d'œil au cours de la vie du monde. Il est normal d'avoir nos moments de repos.