Justine Florbelle (
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lastvoyages2025-01-13 12:43 pm
Attempt 9: Ce deuil est sans raison
[It's been a hell of a week (it's literally just Monday), and Justine is not having a good time so far. She's got her soft voice on, though.]
Jedao is gone, as he told everyone. Perhaps it is a mistake to form such strong bonds here when they make you abandon your duty to the person you should be caring for.
Well, I suppose we cannot fault anyone for their impulsive and annoying decisions.
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She watches him as he works, unusually focused this evening. And it's just when he's about to leave that she speaks up.
“What is your relationship with Jedao?” she wonders. “How favorable?”
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[Justine is not going to take this lying down. Or rather, she is.
She is going on a full strike at the moment, channeling her most annoying self.
You can find her:
- Lying in the middle of a corridor, refusing to move
- In the dining hall, protesting any and all food (while still getting Sebastian to bring her meals in her room)
- Throwing shoes in the dryers from the wardrobe when she thinks she's alone
- wandering the hallways at night, singing loudly or banging on the walls
- taking a brush and painting random lines on Jedao's door (sorry, Hakkai)
Feel free to interrupt any of these tantrums.]
Jedao is gone, as he told everyone. Perhaps it is a mistake to form such strong bonds here when they make you abandon your duty to the person you should be caring for.
Well, I suppose we cannot fault anyone for their impulsive and annoying decisions.
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She watches him as he works, unusually focused this evening. And it's just when he's about to leave that she speaks up.
“What is your relationship with Jedao?” she wonders. “How favorable?”
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[Justine is not going to take this lying down. Or rather, she is.
She is going on a full strike at the moment, channeling her most annoying self.
You can find her:
- Lying in the middle of a corridor, refusing to move
- In the dining hall, protesting any and all food (while still getting Sebastian to bring her meals in her room)
- Throwing shoes in the dryers from the wardrobe when she thinks she's alone
- wandering the hallways at night, singing loudly or banging on the walls
- taking a brush and painting random lines on Jedao's door (sorry, Hakkai)
Feel free to interrupt any of these tantrums.]

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"'Ey sweetheart."
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"Hello, Iris. I'm not moving."
Just to make that clear.
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She knows his voice, at least.
"And what is your reasoning?"
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At first he says nothing, merely watches to see if there's any indication of her being drunk and follows after her slowly. ]
That is a lovely little tune you are singing, mademoiselle. What is it?
[ Perhaps he would have been more gentle if he knew that she was upset. Then again, the banging on the walls should have given that away. ]
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I have made it up myself. A song of grief for a grieving person.
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"Let me go, John!" she squeals, but does not otherwise resist.
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[He was leaned up against the corridor behind her, having come out of his room to investigate the passing sound. On the one hand, it was time for sleeping and this was counter to that goal. On the other, music was always a good thing. Not so much the banging though in between. It didn't fit with the singing part. Pity, that.
Collins was doing his best to keep his chill and look calm despite the annoyance having woken him. He was dressed simply but appropriately for leaving his room. He hadn't grabbed his hat and what hair he had below the balding crown was mussed. He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head at her once he got her attention.]
If yer gonna be makin' a racket at this hour, I might as well enjoy it.
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If I know it, I will sing for you. [Sans the caterwalling.]
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"Justine. Thought that was your voice." She steps out, letting the door close behind her, but doesn't admonish her for the singing or banging.
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Hallways
He stares at the woman - a friend and ally - banging on the walls outside his door, and asks;]
Are you in need of something?
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[She folds her hands in front of her, smiling despite herself at the state of him.]
I am proving that he made the wrong choice.
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Laundry Room
Except today there is.
"We have to stop meeting like this," he says dryly, heaving his laundry basket past her to the washing machine. He thought he saw her throw an old boot in the dryer, so he puts his basket down on top of the washer and steps over to peek into the dryer. Well. He doesn't believe those are her shoes, but he just shrugs with his eyebrows and turns to the washer to start tossing in the clothes from his basket.
"That'll make a slightly less appealing racket than your midnight karaoke with optional wall percussion," he remarks mildly.
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Aerith looked sleepy and rumbled. She had her hair long and down her back, her nightgown and housecoat was hastily put on.
"You're awake?" Her voice was a little hoarse, blinking slowly. She had her staff in hand, but it was pointed down.
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"I am. I will not sleep until he comes back and comes to his senses!" she protests.
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Stopping in front of her and staring down he takes in a breath, slowly let's it out and sits near her hear, carefully pulling out his ipod, putting one bud in his ear and wordlessly offering her the other close to her ear.
If she doesn't take it he'll just start playing one of Fitz's playlists, sure that if she's spent any time with him she'll be familiar with the Beatles, yesterday playing softly through the earbud for when and if she decides to take it.
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Fancy meeting you in a place like this.
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I am glad you are, though.
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hallways at night!
So when he hears a loud thumping against the walls outside in the hall, he snaps awake, grabs his sword, and runs to the door in only his loose sweatpants to see what's happening. Is there a fight? Is someone hurt? Is--
But no, there's just this woman in a fancy dress banging on the walls. For...some reason.
He sighs in annoyance, lowering his sword. "The hell are you doing? It's the middle of the night."
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Jedao's Door
Probably not Justine's door. ...Probably. Though what could lead to doing this to someone else's door, Ishmael has no idea. She's not entirely sure she wants to know.
"Is that cabin... yours?"
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"Of course not! Why would I deface my own door?"
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Only then does she give the matter some thought.
She opts to keep walking until she hits a corner and turning to see what happens. Justine continues to mystify her sometimes, but she's gonna treat someone throwing a performative tantrum like a toddler and see what they do.
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"You stepped on me! Like I was rubbish!"
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He comes nearer, hiding behind the doorways for the stairwell. And before he's visible, he...chimes in.
It's not a song that makes sense, and he doesn't bother to sing real words. He's sad for Edwin, for Alan, for everyone who's left to go back to their shitty world- or to nothing. He feels that's complementary, in a way.
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"Bloody hell!"
His first thought is someone's been murdered again. But that thought is quickly put aside, because the body is breathing and appears perfectly well. And it's Justine so he can't say he's entirely surprised she's doing something like this. He fights back an impulse to kick her. That wouldn't be very wardenly of him. Instead he just stands over her, hands on his hips.
"I'd like to say you'll be embarrassed when Jedao comes back in three days and all this will seem wildly melodramatic, like a toddler who acts as if naptime is the most vile and unreasonable torture to be inflicted upon a human soul, but I don't think you're capable of shame. By the by, you're not showing up on my warden item as unpaired, so you're still paired with Jedao."
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She's looking to get kicked. Stumbled on. Hurt. It helps her case that Jedao was being unreasonable and selfish.
"Fortunately for him," she drawls. "I'm not supposed to talk to you."
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"He is one of the few Wardens I consider competent, and I find him pleasant enough to talk to. I do not mean to sound arrogant, but I do believe he thinks similarly about me."
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"With no real assurance of returning," she adds.
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For whatever it's worth, I told him to sit his stupid ass down and wait.
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He will regret leaving here.
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"Are you sure you have enough shoes? Maybe you should start collecting them from cabins as well." Because it's apparent those are from the wardrobe. He recognises some of them from when he was last in there.
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He has a DVD case in hand, as it happens, when he traces the singing to Justine.
"The children of the night make such beautiful music."
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But Fitz is the most welcome sight, and she immediately stops so she can wrap her arms around him.
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"...Mademoiselle Florbelle?" he hisses into the hallway, curious. "...What's all this about? I understand needing a distraction from cabin fever in this place, but others are trying to sleep! Not me, just getting in some reading, but - are you okay?"
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So you don't likely need it.
But if there's something I can help with, just let me know.
My first warden fucked off.
Isn't the best of feelings.
And most folk don't understand.
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I am always happy to hear from you.
I need you.
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He lets Justine continue painting over their beautifully filigreed and enameled door for about ten minutes before, with a tiny sigh, he asks the door to open. As it slides open, he calls from inside.
"You may as well come in. I'll make tea."
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"Is Jeep here?" she wonders aloud.
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There are no guarantees.
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And she makes sure she has everything before she scurries out the door.