xp_logs | [Jennie and Yvette]

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Jennie finally breaks down and talks to Yvette.

Now or never. Do or die. Jennie paced in her room, waiting for the telltale sounds of Yvette's entry into the suite. She couldn't keep running and hiding from the girl. It wasn't healthy, and it was a pain in the ass. She had to put things right between them. She had no patience for people who were unable to follow-through on things, who sat around and complained instead of doing. Why the hell should she be any different?

Yvette let herself in, quietly as always. It was strange, how many people were joining in with the poetry reading... she refused to think of it as a club or a group, since she didn't do that sort of thing. But with Crystal joining in, they were needing to find a bigger space in the library. Making her way to the kitchenette fridge for a drink and an apple, she stopped as the door to Crystal's room opened. She'd left the other girl downstairs, how... oh. It was Crystal's roommate, the girl she hadn't met yet. People said she'd been ill recently - that much was plain by how thin she was. "Hello?" she said, a little uncertainly, but determined to be kind to the other girl. "I am Yvette. I am getting something to eat - would you like to be eating as well?"

The taller girl blinked, "S-sure. Yes. I was just getting some tea?" Oh yes, things were going well. She moved in beside the tiny girl and began to rummage for a mug and her tea packets. Conversation! Ease her into it! You can do it, Stavros!

"How are you liking the, ah, school?" Oh lord.

"I am liking it very much." The other girl seemed nervous around her for some reason. "Please, what is being your name? I am thinking we have not met before." Although there was something tickling the back of her mind about this girl. Strange. Maybe she'd sat with Yvette when she'd been in the hospital place.

"Jennie. My name is Jennie." She watched the younger girl out of the corner of her eye. Her face was still the impassive mask, so there was no sign of recognition there. Jennie sighed and set the mug in the microwave. "You don't remember me, do you?" She said softly.

Yvette shook her head sadly. "I am sorry," she said softly. "I am not meaning to be rude, but I am not remembering things from when I was... hiding in my head. Mr. Professor and Mr. Haller say this will pass, but it is having to be slowly, when I am being ready. Was Miss Jennie helping me, down in the hospital place?"

Oh boy. "Um, well, no. I wasn't helping, exactly. And not in the hospital place either. I was sort of the one, who, ah...well, my friend was the.. oh hell." Jennie took a deep breath to compose herself. "I don't know how much I can say, because it's not really my place. But, you were in a bad situation and my friend took you out of it. Only, he didn't get you help right away. And neither did I. And I'm sorry, that we...that I didn't." The microwave pinged but Jennie made no move to retrieve her mug.

If Yvette had been capable of it, her brow would have been furrowed. As it was, those glowing blue eyes were mere slits as she tried to process what Jennie had said. "I am not understanding," she said slowly. "You say you are not helping me?"

"When you needed it, I couldn't." Jennie said softly. "I don't think any of us could." She looked away, so ashamed she felt like crying.

"But.." Yvette wished she could move her face more, convey something other than the expressionless mask. She hadn't realized how much facial expressions came into communication until they were gone. Instead, she settled for coming forward slightly and touching the back of Jennie's hand very gently with her gloved talons. "You are helping me. You are saying your friend, he is taking me out of the bad place? That is helping. And now I am here, where I can be getting the more help. I do not remember this, but I am thinking you are not a bad person who would be hurting me. Not like..." And here she stopped. There had been someone who had hurt her, frightened her, of that she was sure. Only she couldn't remember the details... "It does not matter. I am not remembering well."

"I think you might be better off with forgetting," Jennie said, voice barely above a whisper. She turned and crouched down until she was eye level with the girl. "I want you to understand, that I would never ever intentionally hurt you, okay?"

Yvette nodded solemnly. This was important, even if she couldn't remember why. "I am believing you," she said softly. Then the microwave pinged again, a reminder that Jennie hadn't taken out her cup of tea, and she jumped a little. "Are you liking apples?" she asked suddenly.

The older girl was slightly taken aback. "Yeah, I uh, like apples. Not as much as some of my friends," there was a pause, "but I like 'em well enough."

Yvette's strange blue eyes shone. "Good," she said, turning and opening the fridge and pulling out a nice shiny Jonothan apple. "You will be making your tea and then we can be sharing the apple and we are being friends, yes?" There was a hopeful note to her voice.

Jennie let out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. The girl didn't hate her. Well, the girl also didn't remember what had happened, but still. Jennie smiled, "Yes. I shall get my tea and we shall eat. Would you like some tea? It's green tea, so it's a little different, but it's good for you." And maybe one day she would be able to speak coherent sentences around her.

"Yes, I would be liking that very much, please." Yvette couldn't smile back, but her eyes glowed brightly.