Some cats like water

[systemismine.livejournal.com]

[Living an honest lifestyle had its downfalls, this old Ocelot was starting to see. Having lied his way through the majority of his life was comfortable enough for him, but now that he had jeprodized two important relationships from being honest and truthful, he was finding it incredibly hard to see the hype. At least when he worked as a triple agent, he managed to gain trust easier and almost always got his way. It was easier to lie. He never imagined that being truthful and not hiding the past would be painful.

Rather than looking for someone to fight to rid the flurry of emotions inside, Ocelot had made his way out into the cruise room. He was standing on the deck of his boat, hands braced on the railings. Being out in the open with the sea wind wipping about his hair made him forget momentarily just how alone he felt in this world.

However, part of him knows that he won't be alone for very long. Entering a room like this usually attracted attention, so he has set up a buffet on the lower deck, along with a bar for cocktails and some lawn chairs were sprawled out should any female company decide to get a tan under the sun.]

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[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

This has little to do with my happiness, Adam.

How I feel is irrelevant at this point. Now it's my duty to her; to make her happy.

[systemismine.livejournal.com]

Then I should hope by doing that, she will return the favor.

[He moves back towards the door and opens it out, stepping off the deck. Just as he said, he refused to say goodbye. He simply paced out into the hallway and began to stroll back to his apartment.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

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[John resists the urge to follow him. Instead he stays in the room, on the deck, and leans over the rail staring out to the ocean.]