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Backdated 2/15-2/20 - Elliot is the most impatient patient 1/?

[rejectstruth]

Leo, are you up still?

impatient yes - but also cutest!!

[bibleomaniac]

[ Leo only set his Dreamberry aside long enough to plop his mopey self into the bath -- but, of course, that's when it starts to blow up. Figures!!

It's tempting to check, but. Maybe it could wait a minute. ]

2/?

[rejectstruth]

I can't sleep.

[bibleomaniac]

[ SIGH. He's still soapy, phone, shut up!! ]

3/6

[rejectstruth]

This bed is uncomfortable.

[bibleomaniac]

[ are you serious ]

4/6

[rejectstruth]

I want out of here.

[bibleomaniac]

[ argh OKAY FINE--

he'll just get it then!!

He reaaaaches over the toilet for the phone sitting on the edge of the sink... ]

5/6

[rejectstruth]

Now.

[bibleomaniac]

[ ...and his foot slips.

he quite nearly EATS SHIT, but he manages to grab onto the edge of the sink and - AEJHPEH - bang his knee on the edge of the tub instead. why this. ]

6/6

[rejectstruth]

I don't see why they didn't let you stay.

text;

[bibleomaniac]

Perhaps I shouldn't have taught you how to use the texting feature.

text; forward-dated to mar 10 mid-afternoon

[psychopath]

TINY 1!! call me bck i nid 2 ask u sth pls.

text;

[bibleomaniac]

Learn to type, don't call me that, and no.

action; backdated to 3/14, 11PM

[psychopath]

[there's a bitty jack kind of...knocking on leo's door. tap tap tap!]

[bibleomaniac]

[ Leo unsurprisingly has his nose pressed into a book when the knock comes. Blanket draped over his head to keep those distracting lights away, chin propped up on a pillow, and book binding propped against the headboard beneath the lighting. It's a very comfortable and efficient position, so having to move makes him grumble!!

Who could it be anyway? It's - (he raises an arm to peek out beneath his blanket at the bedside clock) - 11AM, and most of the household is typically asleep by now, he thinks...

A sigh, and he marks his book, sets it aside, and rolls out from under the covers to answer the door. His hair is all askew, but he either doesn't seem to notice or care. ]

... Jack? [ A frown, hand on his hip. ] You should be in bed.

voice, backdated to the morning of the sixteenth!

[smallshoes]

Leo! This is Lizzie! When you have a moment, I would like to ask a favor of you!

voice,

[bibleomaniac]

[ It isn't too long before she receives a reply! ]

Ah, hello Lizzie! I wouldn't mind, but what can I do to help you?

[action] | night of the 18th, at i do what i want you don't own me o'clock

[fraternize]

[so he brought his budgie with him because they're now soulbound, rip any relationships oswald might've thought he'd have, oswald's not even the least bit tired, but he knows he has to quell his mind with something.

to be honest, he's half a second away from calling vanessa nightray. he likes nightrays; they wouldn't lie to him.

but, another 'glen baskerville' vessel wouldn't either because he'd have to live with that stigma for the rest of his life. and so he knocks, budgie on his shoulder trying to get his attention with kissing noises.

....he feels like running.]

[action]

[bibleomaniac]

[ When Oswald knocks, Leo's laying sprawled out on his floor with several open books in front of him - all displaying images of various spiders types. He's squinting at his Dreamberry, comparing them to a picture he'd taken of one who'd made itself at home in their backyard. It wasn't like any he'd seen before!

The sound catches his attention, though. Glancing from the door and back to his books, he'll plop his Dreamberry down onto the one he'd been looking at last and hop up to grab it-- ]

Ah, Oswald. [ A small smile. ] Is everything alright? I thought you'd gone to sleep by now.

action;

[disinherits]

[It's been raining for weeks now, the streets flooded but finally starting to clear up enough to walk without much trouble, and Vanessa has felt the weight of the bad weather upon her mood. It's stifling, the warm air along with the oppressive rain and wind. Add to that the strange dreams of the last week and it makes for a very stressed, exhausted young woman.

But she has to go out today. She has to find a gift of some sort for Edward, something that he'll appreciate without being too forward about it, or misleading. Not that she's even sure just where it is she's leading him to in the first place.

She hasn't checked the directory since Leo returned, aside from her daily search for her brother's name. She's got her umbrella up over her head as she wanders through the damp streets into the shopping district, utterly unsure where to even start.]

Re: action;

[bibleomaniac]

[ Just more than a week ago, he'd returned - but he's not made any sort of notice about it. He'd also only idly browsed the network for some hopeless trace of Elliot, perhaps Vincent, and the rest of his time... it was difficult to say. Piano keys felt foreign beneath his fingers, books remained splayed open with their pages unturned for hours, and he couldn't find the slightest bit of desire within him for socialization. It was as though he weren't there at all.

Today, though, Leo is making the slightest bit of effort to exist. Slipping out of the residence for the first time since arriving (and without notice, shame on him), he made his way into the city to roam the shops in which he's made himself familiar.

He'd hoped that something would catch his eye, perhaps... something to distract him? He doesn't know anymore, it simply occurred to him at some point thereafter that the notion to wander out was a stupid one.

But for now, the young Baskerville has lost himself again. It would appear that he dropped his newly purchased magazine on the ground not terribly long ago, but rather than pick it up, he kneels with his hand lingering upon its cover - so not only has it become terribly soaked, but he has as well. It's a sight that has nearby spectators stumped, to say the least. ]

video; private

[psychopath]

Oy. Mangy brat.

[jack looks like he just rolled over in a pile of leaves. he also looks quite shaken.]

...Lacie's here.

video; private

[bibleomaniac]

Why are you telling me?

[ And have an unimpressed leer, btw. ]

Also, just so you know, I'm not going to bother responding to you if you call me that again.

action; backdated to the 9th

[disinherits]

[Since Vanessa has convinced Elliot to stay with her, she's seen more of Leo in the last few days than the last number of months. It couldn't come at a worse time, really. Winter has finally arrived, and the days are growing colder, shorter and snowier. Today the snow is particularly bad, and Vanessa has been spending most of it inside staring out the window with a ripped skirt in her lap and needle and thread in her hands that she seems to keep forgetting about in lieu of watching the snow fall. She'd never been good with things like this when she was alive, but now they don't have any other choice but to take care of mending themselves. Who knows when the locals will finally return?

The landscape outside is hypnotic and she's exhausted, but a nap is currently out of the question. He'll find her sitting in the living room like this when he happens upon it.]

[bibleomaniac]

[ Thirst has hit him, and with Elliot out for an impromptu nap, he's temporarily left to fend for himself in Vanessa's domain-- but he can do this! No big. (Hopefully.)

Venturing out from the boy's room bundled in a sweater and his hilariously oversized scarf, Leo soon enough is met by the sight, on his way down to the kitchen. He curiously stops to observe her for a moment, before quietly approaching to poke his head in. ]

Vanessa? [ He calls out, though not too loud, so as not to startle her terribly. ] Uhm, would you mind if I put on some tea?