fissionmailed | obligatory fourth of july post

[She enjoys feeling something real for once. Everything here is either fake or gradually goes away over time. The rooms change them only for a second, some of them are even made to look real, and certainly feel real.

They may be under a fake sky, but what she's feeling now is more real and alive. She had missed that feeling. A part of reality slipping into the distance and fading away when she found Ivanya's body those few months ago.

Her body shifts again, the hem of her dress going up a bit more, as she presses herself closer to him.]

Edited 2009-07-06 18:56 (UTC)

[For John, it does feel nice to be kissed. Actually kissed. Unfortunately, this union is more for the sanity and sake of Jane than it is for him. If it will help her feel better, more grounded, then he is willing to help in any way possible. She's a nice lady and he hates to see her frown so he will do what he can to keep a smile on her face.]

[As she slides her hand from his chest, to his neck, her fingers gently brush against his skin. Breaking the kiss, she tilts her chin upward, her smooth pale neckline exposed a bit more.]

See? Feeling good emotions isn't so bad, is it?

[It's easier not to answer her question. He stays silent and vague.]

[She watches him for a moment, waiting for an answer. When he doesn't say anything, she presses her lips together, feeling a bit frustrated. She stands up.]

It's late.

Yes, it is. [He glances at the darkened 'sky' then back to Jane.] As unusual as it is, I have grown very used to it's artificiality.

I think everyone gets tired of the sky sometimes. [She moves past him and starts walking toward the door to inside.] Whether it be fake or real.

Perhaps.

[She opens the door then stops to look over her shoulder.]

You'll walk me to my room, right?

If this is what you want?

[He strides over to her the he quickly realizes something.] I don't know where your room is...

[She furrows her eyebrows.] You've only been there once, I don't expect you to remember where it is.

It... is my room, Snake. I'm positive I can remember where it is. [She almost takes a step forward, but decides not to.]

Why would you need to remember where it is, anyway?

I am usually very good at having a photographic memory....usually. Never mind.

[He gestures with an open palm to the door.] Lead the way.

[She watches him for a moment before going through the door.]

Memory loss can happen at any age, you know. It's more common to happen if you're over fifty... but it can still happen earlier.

[She walks ahead of him by a few paces.]

Plus, this place is gigantic. Even I can't remember where certain things are and I'm a person who can do math equations in her mind easily.

[That's not helping.] Uh-huh... [He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grumbling.]

[He follows her fairly closely.]

[She continues on, being the rambler that she is.]

It doesn't mean you're old. Everyone forgets things, young or old. A child forgets things because they're distracted easily, an adult forgets things because they have a lot of things on their mind. Your brain is constantly pushing things out and pulling things in, you're bound to forget some things until something remind you and your brain registers that thing that you were supposed to remember.

Enough.

Enough about the failure of my mental facilities. Let it go...

[She stops to look at him.]

I wasn't trying to point out your failure of your mental facilities, I was trying to prove to you that everyone forgets things.

[She lets out a quick sigh and walks again, this time a little more. This was not turning out to be a good ending to a good night.]

[He follows her, but he's not going to exert himself needlessly. It is true that this nexus is big and the hallways are countless, but he tries to remember the route anyway, more for his own sake than anyone's.]

[She keeps quiet, not saying anything. She doesn't understand why he kisses her and then ends up acting so cold towards her. She understand he's had a rough life, but he wouldn't have forgiven her if he didn't care about her.

Right? she adds in her mind. Right...]

[Old man is old. He can wander for hours, but usually at a much slower pace. He's able to keep up fairly well, but he can't chase her at this speed forever...]

[She doesn't even look back to see if he's keeping up with her. Luckily, for his sake, her room isn't so far.]

Here we are. [She stops in front of her door, turning to him.]

[He walks up to her from the end of the hallway. A single bead of sweat runs from his forehead into his eye.]

Yes. [John exhales is greeting quietly. He really needs to get back into some sort of shape...that isn't round.]

[She can't help but be amused. She tilts her head a little.]

Was I going too fast for you?

[He HUFFS!]

Hrrrnn...I'm not as young ~~and thin~~ as I used to be.

You could have just asked me to slow down.

[Then, she thinks for a moment and shakes her head.]

No, knowing you, you wouldn't ask anyone to slow down.

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this conversation would sound... interesting to anyone who passes by