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Posted: Mar 8 2018, 11:59 AM
It was a note. A single note and all her things gone. I'm sorry I can't. I'll always love you. As if that was supposed to give closure for years. As if that was supposed to release Jenny.
Jenny didn't often throw tantrums or show much emotion when she was in pain but the note was ripped up. She laid on her bed, curled up for a while and while not visibly crying, her heart was ripped in two.
Finally, near midnight, Jenny stood up. She didn't want to be alone in any sense of the word right now. Not that she would do anything stupid just that being alone just reminded of how lonely things were. Her life on the streets, at first, had been lonely. Trinity had helped fix that. Her life after Trinity had been injured had taken a long time to put back together. And it was always hollow. Never feeling right. She didn't want to go back to that either...because now there wasn't any hope. Trinity took the hope that they could fix whatever was broken.
She didn't want to stay here. Didn't want to stay in this place right now. She didn't want to show how weak she really was around any of these people. She knew where she could go. Where she wouldn't be judged for it.
It required a stop. For herself. Grabbing an expensive bottle of bourbon on the way. She didn't bother with the front door. She knew he lived with someone now but didn't know the arrangement or the details. Just that she didn't want anyone else to see her.
Before she stepped out of the shadows she moved them around. Making a face out of them. Not wanting a face full of light as soon as she showed up. "Kohl?" She said as she stepped out.
She nearly fell into him, wrapping her arms around him. "She just...left." It was nearly a sob. Still holding onto the bottle.
Posted: Jul 7 2018, 06:09 PM
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tag: @Jenny Thomas | throw me in the deep end, watch me drown
Kohl had been laying pretty low since the clinic bombings. Things had gone pretty well across the board from what he'd heard from both Raven and Magneto and the boss man had been impressed with his loyalty and willingness to put himself in harms way to save Raven during their piece of the puzzle. Still, despite all that, Kohl knew he was damn lucky right now. Even though the bullet hadn't hit anything vital, he'd still lost a lot of blood by the time they had gotten it out and him patched up. If he wasn't a teleporter, there was no real way to know exactly what could have happened.
While healing, Kohl had mostly been sticking to work and lounging around the house. He'd tried to hide the wound from Drew but you know how hard it was to hide a bullet wound from a spy and former Marine? Impossible. Plain and simple. Kohl had tried and Drew had finally forced his hand by pushing some archery lessons knowing full well that it was going to pop a stitch if Kohl tried. Which he did. Stupidly. And they did. Which meant he then had to endure Drew's field medic stitches which hurt like a bitch and a half. Not to mention the long ass lecture and guilt trip that came with it.
Still, despite his laying low, he'd been hearing rumors from other Brotherhood members about what had happened at some of the other clinics. A kidnapped kid.... a bunch of murdered humans posed to spell a message. Kohl wasn't naive, he knew that the members of the Brotherhood ranged from people like him that weren't killers and just wanted to fight for mutant rights and believed Magneto's message... all the way to real cold-blooded killers. The rumors were fuzzy on who had done what, but judging by some cryptic messages from Jenny last week.... well he suspected Trinity was behind some of it.
Tonight Drew was out... somewhere. Who even knew anymore. And Kohl was home alone in his room working on a few personal art projects that he'd been trying to do in his free time. Dressed in just a pair of sweatpants as he painted, Kohl caught the moving shadows on the edge of his vision, turning as the familiar voice called his name. "Jenny?" Putting down the paint brush, Kohl stepped forward just in time to catch her as she fully emerged from the shadows.
"What? Did she even say anything to you?" He asked her, holding Jenny close. It wasn't often that Jenny got this emotional in front of people but Kohl was one of the few that had seen this before and it had almost always involved Trinity. Kohl huffed at Jenny's answer. "Fucking bitch. She was never good enough for you, you know." He would never claim to understand their relationship, he knew that it was before he'd ever met Jenny and that Trinity's coma had nearly destroyed his friend, but even so Kohl had never thought that psycho was good enough for his friend.
Posted: Jul 11 2018, 02:25 AM
The emotional roller coaster Jenny had been on was easily a month old. Easily. From when Trinity had suggested they just go to the park and bait the men into attacking. Jenny didn't need to bait. She found assholes always made themselves known. It was a spiral from there and as things got worse, as Trin got more and more violent, Jenny had texted Kohl bits, almost hedging without telling him anything of importance. It didn't mean her brother couldn't put it together but it was her way of controlling it just a bit.
She didn't do well with emotion. Didn't always process it very well. Usually just shut down and pushed it away. She tried to do that with Trinity. It hadn't worked.
Now it was like part of her was paralyzed. Part of her was frozen up. She couldn't not be emotional and she couldn't process anything. Just that being on her own right now was bad and she needed to get to someone. There was only a handful of people she trusted. Of those, she picked Kohl. She was almost sobbing in his arms.
She shook her head softly in Kohl's arms. The shadows wiggling around, responding to her emotions. Clinging to him. It never occured much to her about what Kohl thought of Trinity. Blinded by love or something worse. Not realizing the truths he saw. "Don't...." She started to defend Trinity but stopped. Why would she defend the girl after everything? Just a force of habit? And if it was, what did that mean about their relationship if she was just used to defending her?
"There was a note." She muttered into his arms. Her hand wrapped around the bottle. "Somethings wrong...I have to find her..." She muttered. Wiping her tears. Worry spiking that this was just more signs of something super wrong.
She pulled back and looked at the bottle. Holding it up. "Drink?" She offered. Forgetting that Kohl was sober. Forgetting that he didn't drink or party after bad shit with him.
She wasn't Kohl. She drank still and right now she wanted to get so drunk she passed out and forgot everything.
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