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@jonah-grey
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instantaneous // self para
who: jonah grey + misc bystandersÂ
when: the evening of may 16, 2017
notes: trigger warnings for death
closed // jira
This is exactly what Mira didn’t want. She didn’t want to be in the hospital. She wanted to spend her final days at home with her friends. She didn’t want to be hooked up to all this medication, but, she passed out and everyone just panicked. She made the best of it, while she could. She’d be sent home sometime tomorrow. Mira was in her hospital bed, when she heard the door open. She smiled greatly when she saw that it was Jonah. There’s no one else she’d rather be with, right now. She wanted her best friend. No, she needed him. “I’m doing fantastic, buttercup. I’m sorry you have to see me like this, though.”
Grinning, he set the plastic bag on the food tray and set the bag containing the DVDs he'd brought and his laptop on the spare chair. "I don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed, nudging her over, "You look just as beautiful as always. Now budge over. I brought you ice cream." Settling down beside her, he pulled the tray over to dig out a large carton of her favorite and two spoons. "Figure'd you'd wanna eat something while we watch a shit ton of Chopped." He stretched his legs out while simultaneously fluffing up her pillows and making sure not to jostle her too much.
They’re also excessively nice.  You can’t forget that. I’ve noticed that quality in a lot of people since I’ve moved here. They seem so indifferent to the world’s suffering. Don’t they have something better to do than wasting their breath me?Â
I don't know who you been talkin' to then, everyone around here acts like I'm some sort of asshole. I can't help it that I'm just highly aware of how much better I am than everybody else.Â
No. I’m going to pin it up on my refrigerator. I’ll make sure to make copies for those ladies, Jonah. Promise. They’ll be knocking on your door in no time. It’s a great picture. One of my favorites.Â
I get that, as far as I’m capable of understanding the concept of it. You’ll get them. Soon, you’ll get tired of me, and ignore every text, call, letter, picture, and email.Â
This obsession you have with me is teetering on the edge of crazy, Beth. Good think I'm so attractive so it's understandable.Â
Yup, but I'll try to enjoy it as much as I can before I decide to cut off all contact. [He hooked an arm around her neck, reeling her in to press a kiss against her hair.] Nah, I don't think I could ever get sick of you, kid.Â
I asked you to come. So, that’s not fair. At all. But, I’ll send you pictures and a daily update on my life. You don’t know how to pose? I think… You’re posing right now. [She takes the picture, raising her eyebrow at him.] This, I’m keeping forever.
Besides, Canada is near Washington. Getting Aaron back from there? It’ll be convenient. I’m leaving for him.
I know, I know. Seriously? You're ridiculous. Don't go around showing that picture to people... Unless they're pretty Canadian girls lookin' for a place to vacation.Â
I know why you have to go. 'M proud of you. But you know I can't leave, this place is my home. I do expect those daily reminders, though.Â
I always assume that everyone is stupid, but it’s usually that I don’t like what they’re saying. But yes, I definitely know what I’m talking about.Â
I can understand that. Most people are pretty dumb. Or at the very least, annoying and ignorant.Â
Precisely. Withering away is obviously for unattractive people. Unattractive people that don’t posses jaws as strong as ours.Â
Finally, a woman that knows what she's talking about.Â
Who’re you calling punk, punk? No, really, Jonah. Make this picture good! I won’t be in Cape Town too long, and I want this picture with me. Please? So, you’ll always be around? For me?Â
Hey, that's not fair. No emotional blackmail allowed, especially since you're the one leaving me, remember? Besides, I don't know how to pose.Â
Life does that to you. It’s a shame, really.Â
I know right? What a waste. A body like mine doesn't deserve to wither away.Â
Now pose.Â
Don't push it, punk.Â
Ugh I need more coffee. You know you're getting older when you're just damn tired all the time.Â
closed // jira
Jonah made his way through the bustling hospital, a plastic bag swinging from his hand and his nose wrinkled against the smell of disinfectants. It had been a little while since he'd been back in a hospital, but it was still too familiar for his liking. Finding the room he had been searching for, he paused in front of the door, taking a moment to collect himself. Hospitals brought up bad memories for him but what was worse, still, was that Mira of all people was stuck here and he was helpless to do anything to help her. It made the back of his throat sting and his stomach coil in a pit of dread but the last thing he wanted was for her to be worried over him worrying for her. And he knew she would. So he forced the feelings down and plastered a smile on his face before pushing the door open with a knock. "Mira?" he called out, stepping into the brightly lit room and closing the door behind him. Ignoring everything that was hooked up to her, he made his way over to the bed and said softly, "Hey princess. How ya doin'?"Â
For you? How could I not.
Naomi had been going to the bars around Cape Town most nights after work, just looking for something, or someone to do. Yeah, she was a little lonely, but there was nothing a round of free drinks and a one night stand couldn’t fix. That particular night she had been at the bar for about an hour at that point, and this guy had been chatting her up, buying her drinks. Naomi was used to the attention she got from men, but this guy was being pushy, hinting about taking her home. She had been laughing it off, but after about his third drink he was starting to creep her out. He kept touching her thigh, and her arm, each time Naomi pushed him away. “You need to stop that.” She told the man through gritted teeth as his hand tried to move up her leg, trying to get away from him.
Jonah was just walking into the bar, a little later than he was used to as he was stuck doing some damage control with ex-TBOHS employees. Huh, technically he was an ex-employee too. It was the first time he had thought of himself in that context and it was unsettling to say the least. He'd spent just about all of his adult life dedicated to his job and to have it be gone just like that... He needed a drink. A familiar face caught his eye as he made his way over to lean against the counter and it only took a few moments before his habitual frown crossed his face and he was wedging himself between Naomi and the creep leaning far too close to her. "I'm pretty sure I head her say stop," he said firmly, glowering at the man until he stepped back. Jonah glared at him until he walked away, rolling his eyes at the curses and insults thrown back toward him. Taking the vacated seat, he looked over at the girl beside him, "You alright?"