#jp 2-01

[emberwexley]

Who: @survivalxofxthexfittest (JP), @beauclary Where: Loft 608, Ember's Store When: April 8th

Ember smiled to JP as she held up a little black pillow, velvet on one side and satin on the other. It had used to be on her bed in her old room, but she'd long ago donated it to the inventory that now populated the sixth floor loft. The main area looked more like the consignment store off the lobby than it did an apartment. The bookshelf built in the wall was overflowing with every type of book you could imagine. Shelves and tables piled high with knick knacks, folded blankets, throw pillows, collectibles, art leaned in piles up against the walls. Anything that someone might used to decorate. In one of the bedrooms with it's door open clothes were sorted by size and type along with shoes, wall mirrors in a few corners and the walk in closet set with a chair as a makeshift dressing room. Soft music even played from a plugged in boom box rotating endlessly through it's five disk changer. A donation from her father's office. "I think this just screams your name." Holding the pillow out to him, she couldn't help her smile. "It's your place now, you can do whatever you want, right?"

[pxtitxrosx]

Where: The Back Door When: March 4th, Mid Morning Who: @survivalxofxthexfittest JP & Charlie

The banging was undeniably human, the patterned beat that the scouts had chosen a clear signal it was one of theirs returning. The possibilities of who were endless, many more heart-stoppingly hopeful than the last, and had she not been alone in the atrium there would have been no hesitation on opening it. Mr. Wexley was on his rounds, and who knew where everyone else was. Their numbers so small now, it wasn't hard to get lost from each other even in just the second and third levels. Finally swallowing her all encompassing anxiety at just the idea of opening the door herself, her small feet made barely a sound as she crept to the door and reached for the push bar with shaking hands and trembling fingers. Pushing it open so the resident outside could rush their way in, the heavy latching of the reinforced door behind him accompanied a whooshing release of air from lungs that hadn't even been aware were holding it. "JP?" Gaping at him as if he'd come back from the dead, his name riding out a gasp of disbelief, it was only a beat before small arms threw themselves around her older brother in as crushing a hug as her not quite five foot frame could manage. "Oh my god."