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holds his hand. :3 // penny.

          it’s a different reaction every time she does something like this.  JB can be ranting about something he can’t seem to let go of or nearly in tears due to an off day where his mentality isn’t clear---  and every time she reaches to snag his hand in hers , he can feel that weight lifted from his shoulders or that dark cloud begin to fade.  it’s part of why he enjoys being around her ; a positive influence on a much more negative mind & existence in whole.  boy curls his fingers around hers after a second of processing , the glance down to her as they continue their walk uninterrupted by those around them.  “ oh . . . ” he forces his eyes back to the sidewalk ahead , “ cool . . . ”

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          he’s gotten to where he trusts her enough to invite her to studio sessions , allowing her to sit in during each take of a song - each rehearsal -each beat.  her company’s become more than enjoyable , and he can’t remember the last time he’s had such a genuine smile on his face and true laughter.  she’s dancing around wearing the mask he’s become notorious for , a cutesy sort of song through the speakers along the set table to his left.  “ you wanna try ? ” the dip of his head , a motion towards the electronics while left hand spins index finger and thumb along a knob to lower the volume. “ isn’t that hard. ” 

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‘ can i hug you? ’ / penny...................

          he’s far more vulnerable around her.  far more pressed into feelings , urges - whatever he doesn’t feel normally.  suppresses it like a scream drowned at the bottom of his lungs.  today , he isn’t sure why she’s upset , but at the same time he gets it all.  she’s overwhelmed , scared , uncertain ; everything JB’s felt at a certain point in his life.  the feeling that all could be ripped away at any moment.  the feeling that those walls that were put up , constructed from the strongest materials of the mind , could come crashing down and the dam could just . . . break. 

          of all people - he understands more than most.

          no attitude - not this time.  no gruesome details , no laughter , just the quiet step around into the clear , arms outstretched and waiting---  but before she can reach him , he’s already tucked her close as if to shield her from everything swarming her like bees.  a hug indeed.

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‘ we’re out of time. ’ / winter!!!

          “ no--- ” the hotel’s being evacuated - and JB wonders how long these people have assumed he was on their side.  he’s moving for the backpack packed full beneath his station at the counter , untying the bow around his neck to stuff it in a side pocket along with the name tag once tacked to shirt.  there’s something on computer screen , a loading bar near halfway filled - something that disallows the screen to be closed or the process will stop.  JB is seemingly too calm for the situation , unzipping each pocket of bag to drop different items in - checking a hidden compartment near the front pocket for a small pistol tucked away.  he stands back up , presses a button or two on the keyboard of laptop. 

          “ you’re out of time.  i got all the time in the world. ”

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"You okay?" From Ekatarina

          he’s not sure if he’s really allowed to here or not.  never heard any restrictions against it ; has seen other people come and go with their morning coffee or late evening snack to sit at this rooftop lounge and enjoy the sun.  it’s dark out , now , though - and the overcasting clouds make the weather feel hazy like oncoming rain nearing the morning time , but not just yet.  JB turns his head quickly from a building across the street , staring into an open window where the blue glow of a television screen flickers on the opposing wall.  there’s a quiet grumble , an annoyed jumble of disgruntled whispers to self.

          “ sure am , ” he finally twists his body around to face her instead of giving the half-look back from how he was previously sitting.  arms rest on the back of patio chair , chin rests atop them with the topple of head to one side , “ you gonna tell me i can’t be up here ? ”

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sit - penny.

          maybe it’s the adrenaline still driving him ; maybe not.  maybe it’s the fear in his veins for what could happen next ; maybe not.  he’s made his way back to the hotel alone , but definitely not unscathed.  although a busted nose and a blackened eye means nothing to some - to him , it came as a warning.  a reminder as to why he never leaves this sanctuary.

          they’d shown up like shadows , but instead of a legion of them there were only two.  bigger men , of course - most every man has either height or muscle on JB markowicz ; but these guys were trained , he could tell by just looking at them.  they said they came with a message , a lesson to teach the rat who hadn’t been doing his job correctly according to the contract signed.  a marker on his name is the last thing he wants , a refusal to place his blood on the pretty copper piece another offers in return for a favor.  they mentioned something like that , he’s sure of it , but in his rush to get away without further injuries . . .  the rest is forgotten.

          and for once , he’s happy to see her.  happy to have someone to at least grab him by the arm and anchor him to a seat in the lobby.  the concierge barely bats an eye at the blood covered front of baby blue button up ; the near-lopsided display of what once was a nice , silky bowtie.  penny must be the only caring person in new york city , JB thinks to himself at times.  chicago was somehow more forgiving.  “ i’m fine , ” a nod , right hand raising to dab the crimson still leaking from nose with the base of thumb.  tongue laps at some of it from the confines of mouth , brushing over teeth to rid them of that bitter taste.  “ just some trouble is all. ”

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:// Carry 8)

          did he have a choice ?  an option not to be manhandled , to be plucked off the sidewalk as quickly as he was sent to it ?  JB is banking on NO whereas the writhing is more-so giving him the impression of YES ; legs kicking , arms failing to prompt hands to deliver punches hard enough to push her to drop him again.  he supposes this is what he’s been afraid of the whole time he’s spent hiding inside the confines of the hotel ; someone to recognize his face , attempt to beat his ass and then carry him off to finish him like an animal to its prey.  but that’s just it ; he’s always been the rat in a city full of hawks.  the only man in this line of work whose strong suit has never been fighting , and running got him nowhere.  not this time.

          doesn’t stop him , though.  he continues his exhausting fight , making swift attempts to twist his body so that maybe he can get loose somehow.  it’s humorous that one of the only thoughts on his mind comes in the form of ‘ she’s fucking up my bowtie ’ which is , of course , the most important part of a continental employee such as himself---  but what is he thinking ?  it was never his real job.  his concern spins to anger , pushes at the blood rushing to his head from the upside down position of which she’s thrown him carelessly over her shoulder , “ let me g--- fuckin’ let me go , you overgrown bitch--- ! ”