Log: Amanda, Jubilee; Monday evening.
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xp_logsJubilee encounters Amanda doing her best to obliterate her consciousness, and appoints herself babysitter. Because sometimes you can't kick a person when they're down.
Jubilee stared up at the barn, pondering why her footsteps had drawn her in this direction. She'd gone for a walk in the early twilight, not feeling much like company. The stitches in her cheek itched and she hadn't wanted to take more then a few pills for the pain. Eyeing the structure, she stepped inside the door into warm, horsey dimness. The mansion's horses were bedded down for the night and made soft whickering noises at her as she came in.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the mall rat. Knocked over any vendin' machines lately? Nah, wait, you made faces at a security guard, didn't you? Gunna have t' watch me game, 'gainst a hardened crim like yerself." Amanda was sitting on the dusty, straw-covered floor, back against one of the empty stalls and her legs stretched out in front of her. The reason for her slurring was obvious - she had a mostly-empty bottle of whisky in one hand, resting on her leg. "Come t' preach at me then?"
Jubilee raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Only if it's about personal hygiene. Dude, you seriously reek." She eyed Amanda, taking in the almost empty bottle of whisky and the stained and wrinkled clothing she wore. Jubilee had seen enough benders in her life to know that the girl was on a serious one.
Moving further into the barn, Jubilee made up her mind. She didn't like the girl, didn't particularly want to get involved with whatever issues Amanda had that'd make her drink like this. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, however, she couldn't just leave her when she obviously needed someone to give a damn.
"Sorry t' offend yer delicate nose, Your Highness. Thought yer'd be used t' a bit of a whiff, considerin' you lived on the street too. No, wait, malls have places t' clean up, don't they?" Amanda snorted with amusement at her own cleverness and continued, mood suddenly changing to embittered. "Place is full of bloody hypocrites. Give you all this shite 'bout acceptin' you no matter what, an' then one teeny tiny prank goes wrong, an' BOOM! Yer in the doghouse. 'S not like I told a bunch of soldier bastards how t' find the place or joined the bad guys or anythin'." She lifted up the bottle, gestured at Jubilee with it, and then took a long swig. "Fuck youse all."
Jubilee laughed suddenly, the sound not a friendly one. "Yeah, cause pullin' somethin' that caused a guy who'd never done a God damn thing to you in the first place but be nice, to want to kill himself is just a little thing. Fuck, you're so full of shit and I know you know it. If you didn't, you wouldn't be tryin' to drink yourself into a stupor, you fucking coward." She grabbed at the bottle, trying to pull it away from Amanda. She needed to get the booze away from her if she was ever going to sober her up. "Drinkin' isn't going to make the shit you dumped yourself in go away."
"Fuck off. I ain't no bloody coward, Lee." Amanda hung onto the bottle, making a noise close to a growl. "An' what else do I have t' do 'round here t' prove I'm sorry? I help save that Russian pillock's sister, an' what do I get for it? Sweet fuck all, barely a 'thank you for nearly makin' yer head explode'. An' what's the fuckin' point of botherin'? I'm what I am, an' I'm sick of tryin' t' play yer do-gooder games an' pretend I'm redeemable. An' the booze don't have t' make it go away, just make the feelin's stop."
Jubilee dropped her hand from the bottle when she heard the growl from Amanda. Fine, if she wanted to drink herself stupid, she'd let her. Then she'd drag her crusty ass back into the mansion and sober her up before anyone came looking for her.
"Yeah, because you were the only one in that battle. I notice you came off without a scratch too. Dude, going around doing bad things and then expecting people, to like, give you a parade when you finally stop being a huge shit and do something good is pathetic. You don't get bonus points for being a normal human being." Jubilee took a deep breath, trying to be calm. Why the hell was she the one that had found Amanda? Why couldn't she just walk the hell away and leave the girl to her boozing?
'Lee, you're a fuckin' soft touch, you know that, right? Damned if I'm gonna go light on her though, not when she's being a shit.' she thought.
"You seem to have forgotten all the people who have been giving you a chance, you know. But that wouldn't fit into your little delusion, would it? Poor ickle Amanda, thinks nobody loves her so she's gonna go fuck herself up on booze. Give me a fuckin' break."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Lee. You got no bloody idea what yer talking about, so just leave me the fuck alone. Didn't ask yer t' come here an' give me shite. Jus' wanted t' find a nice quiet place." Amanda's accent was thickening, as was the slurring, and her eyelids drooped. "I didn't ask t' come here an' have you lot playin' with me head." She drank from the
bottle again, almost gagging - there were limits, and she was rapidly reaching hers. "An' I ain't a normal human bein', remember? You ain't the first person t' notice that, an' you probably won't be the last."
Jubilee had, had enough. Raising her hand, she sent a small paff of fireworks at the bottle, knocking it out of Amanda's hands. Standing, she grabbed Amanda's hand as the other girl was busy trying to clear the black spots from her eyes.
"Right, you've had enough, get the hell up." Jubilee tugged at Amanda's hand, pulling the other girl up; she was somewhat shocked to notice how light Amanda was.
'Wonder how long it's been since she last ate properly?' she thought.
"You... owe me... 'nother..." Amanda went white, and then green, as the sudden change in position hit her stomach. She doubled over and vomited into the straw at their feet, splattering them both.
Jubilee looked down at the vomit splattering her shoes and the legs of her jeans and made a face.
"Dude, you just threw up on me. Okay, so you threw up on yourself as well but, that is still like, so gross. No, it's grosser then gross. It's like, there are no words to describe just how foul that is."
Jubilee shook her head and pondered how she'd clean herself and Amanda up without anyone noticing. 'Well, a cold shower always works in the movies.'
Jubilee pulled the other girl upright and ducked under Amanda's arm so she was resting most of her weight across her shoulder. "Come on, before someone comes lookin' for you."
"Doubt it. Been makin' meself a bit unpopular lately..." Amanda giggled drunkenly. She allowed Jubilee to lead her back across to the mansion - drinking stopped being quite so fun after you threw up.
It was difficult, being stealthy with a drunken British witch slung across your shoulders, but Jubilee somehow managed to smuggle Amanda inside and up to her own room without incident. Pausing only to kick the door shut, she lugged the girl to the bathroom, and shoved her rather unceremoniously into the shower stall.
Looking down at the other girl, Jubilee smiled somewhat wickedly and then reached over and turned the cold water on full. She'd let the cold water sober the girl up a bit, and wash off some of the grime she seemed to have accumulated and then she'd dry her off and put her to bed, after which her responsibility for the witch would be done.
Amanda was drunk - after a yelp and some creative swearing in both Latin and English, and a rather clumsy attempt to get away from the blast of cold water, she resigned herself to the icy chill, sitting in the bottom of the shower stall with her legs pulled up and her arms wrapped around them, resting her head on her knees, shivering miserably. The water pounded the back of her head, unmatting hair that hadn't been for a few days at least, and she let a few tears fall, trusting the water sluicing down her face to hide them.
Jubilee left the cold water on for a few seconds more, then noticing that Amanda wasn't moving out of the water like she'd expected her too, she reached over and turned on the hot, making sure the water came up to a nice "shower" temperature, rather then a "I'm doing penance for my sins" one.
It wasn't any fun being a bitch to Amanda when she couldn't fight back.
Reaching up, Jubilee grabbed the mint-scented shampoo and dumped some on Amanda's head, lathering it up. If the girl was gonna just sit in the shower, she might as well get her a bit cleaner. She knew Amanda wouldn't thank her for it later but that wasn't the point.
Amanda barely registered as the water changed temperature. It wasn't just the alcohol, it was everything - she was sinking fast into the depths and she didn't have the energy to fight it any more. There was no point.
Jubilee lifted the other girl's head and washed the suds from her hair. Pulling Amanda up, she turned off the shower, standing her beside it as she reached for one of the towels. She noticed that Amanda hadn't responded to anything she'd done since she put her in the shower and it worried her.
Shaking her head, she wrapped one towel around Amanda's head and then reached out to take off her sodden shirt, she'd have to get out of these wet clothes or Amanda would get a cold.
It occurred to Amanda, in the cold, dark place she had left herself fall into, that having someone taking her clothes off was a bad idea. But she couldn't summon the energy, the will to care. She stood numbly, dead, almost, as Jubilee unbuttoned her jeans and wrestled them off.
Jubilee stood, shocked at the scars she saw on Amanda's thighs, long brutal claw marks that looked like something had tried to hold onto her but been pulled off in the most painful way possible.
Turning the girl around to get to her back, Jubilee's eyes widened, Amanda's shirt hung limp from her fingers as her eyes followed the patterns and pictures drawn out in scar tissue on the girl's flesh.
'My God…no wonder you're so fucked up.' Jubilee thought.
Picking up the other towel, Jubilee covered Amanda in it, rubbing her down to get her dry and pulling the rest of her sodden clothes off in the process. The scars weren't something she was expecting and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
'Self inflicted?' she wondered about the leg scars.
Although, that didn't explain the patterns of scar tissue on her front and back. As much as Jubilee would have liked to consign this to 'weird British shit', she couldn't. There was something bigger going on here, and damned if Jubilee wasn't going to find out. Nothing brought danger to this school, the only home she had, nothing and nobody. Jubilee shook her head and wrapped the towel entirely around Amanda's body.
"Right, time for bed." She muttered, leading Amanda back into her room.
Sensation dimly registered. The cold was gone, and there was something warm, something fuzzy, in contact with her skin. And then more warmth, softness under her... bed. Muttering thickly, she rolled over, pulling the blankets around her head and letting sleep take her. Sleep meant no feelings, at least until the dreams started.
Jubilee watched Amanda as she slept, wanting to go now that she'd seen the girl to her bed, but wondering if she should stay, just in case. There was no pity in her for Amanda. Life was what it was, and as much as Amanda might sneer at her for having lived in a mall rather then on the real street, Jubilee knew that for people like them, there was no easy road. So, why did she feel like she should stay? Jubilee shook her head, and turned and walked out of the room. Even if she'd wanted to stay, she could imagine the reception she'd receive when Amanda woke up. Besides, she had a roommate, didn't she? Let her take care of her.
Jubilee stared up at the barn, pondering why her footsteps had drawn her in this direction. She'd gone for a walk in the early twilight, not feeling much like company. The stitches in her cheek itched and she hadn't wanted to take more then a few pills for the pain. Eyeing the structure, she stepped inside the door into warm, horsey dimness. The mansion's horses were bedded down for the night and made soft whickering noises at her as she came in.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the mall rat. Knocked over any vendin' machines lately? Nah, wait, you made faces at a security guard, didn't you? Gunna have t' watch me game, 'gainst a hardened crim like yerself." Amanda was sitting on the dusty, straw-covered floor, back against one of the empty stalls and her legs stretched out in front of her. The reason for her slurring was obvious - she had a mostly-empty bottle of whisky in one hand, resting on her leg. "Come t' preach at me then?"
Jubilee raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Only if it's about personal hygiene. Dude, you seriously reek." She eyed Amanda, taking in the almost empty bottle of whisky and the stained and wrinkled clothing she wore. Jubilee had seen enough benders in her life to know that the girl was on a serious one.
Moving further into the barn, Jubilee made up her mind. She didn't like the girl, didn't particularly want to get involved with whatever issues Amanda had that'd make her drink like this. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, however, she couldn't just leave her when she obviously needed someone to give a damn.
"Sorry t' offend yer delicate nose, Your Highness. Thought yer'd be used t' a bit of a whiff, considerin' you lived on the street too. No, wait, malls have places t' clean up, don't they?" Amanda snorted with amusement at her own cleverness and continued, mood suddenly changing to embittered. "Place is full of bloody hypocrites. Give you all this shite 'bout acceptin' you no matter what, an' then one teeny tiny prank goes wrong, an' BOOM! Yer in the doghouse. 'S not like I told a bunch of soldier bastards how t' find the place or joined the bad guys or anythin'." She lifted up the bottle, gestured at Jubilee with it, and then took a long swig. "Fuck youse all."
Jubilee laughed suddenly, the sound not a friendly one. "Yeah, cause pullin' somethin' that caused a guy who'd never done a God damn thing to you in the first place but be nice, to want to kill himself is just a little thing. Fuck, you're so full of shit and I know you know it. If you didn't, you wouldn't be tryin' to drink yourself into a stupor, you fucking coward." She grabbed at the bottle, trying to pull it away from Amanda. She needed to get the booze away from her if she was ever going to sober her up. "Drinkin' isn't going to make the shit you dumped yourself in go away."
"Fuck off. I ain't no bloody coward, Lee." Amanda hung onto the bottle, making a noise close to a growl. "An' what else do I have t' do 'round here t' prove I'm sorry? I help save that Russian pillock's sister, an' what do I get for it? Sweet fuck all, barely a 'thank you for nearly makin' yer head explode'. An' what's the fuckin' point of botherin'? I'm what I am, an' I'm sick of tryin' t' play yer do-gooder games an' pretend I'm redeemable. An' the booze don't have t' make it go away, just make the feelin's stop."
Jubilee dropped her hand from the bottle when she heard the growl from Amanda. Fine, if she wanted to drink herself stupid, she'd let her. Then she'd drag her crusty ass back into the mansion and sober her up before anyone came looking for her.
"Yeah, because you were the only one in that battle. I notice you came off without a scratch too. Dude, going around doing bad things and then expecting people, to like, give you a parade when you finally stop being a huge shit and do something good is pathetic. You don't get bonus points for being a normal human being." Jubilee took a deep breath, trying to be calm. Why the hell was she the one that had found Amanda? Why couldn't she just walk the hell away and leave the girl to her boozing?
'Lee, you're a fuckin' soft touch, you know that, right? Damned if I'm gonna go light on her though, not when she's being a shit.' she thought.
"You seem to have forgotten all the people who have been giving you a chance, you know. But that wouldn't fit into your little delusion, would it? Poor ickle Amanda, thinks nobody loves her so she's gonna go fuck herself up on booze. Give me a fuckin' break."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Lee. You got no bloody idea what yer talking about, so just leave me the fuck alone. Didn't ask yer t' come here an' give me shite. Jus' wanted t' find a nice quiet place." Amanda's accent was thickening, as was the slurring, and her eyelids drooped. "I didn't ask t' come here an' have you lot playin' with me head." She drank from the
bottle again, almost gagging - there were limits, and she was rapidly reaching hers. "An' I ain't a normal human bein', remember? You ain't the first person t' notice that, an' you probably won't be the last."
Jubilee had, had enough. Raising her hand, she sent a small paff of fireworks at the bottle, knocking it out of Amanda's hands. Standing, she grabbed Amanda's hand as the other girl was busy trying to clear the black spots from her eyes.
"Right, you've had enough, get the hell up." Jubilee tugged at Amanda's hand, pulling the other girl up; she was somewhat shocked to notice how light Amanda was.
'Wonder how long it's been since she last ate properly?' she thought.
"You... owe me... 'nother..." Amanda went white, and then green, as the sudden change in position hit her stomach. She doubled over and vomited into the straw at their feet, splattering them both.
Jubilee looked down at the vomit splattering her shoes and the legs of her jeans and made a face.
"Dude, you just threw up on me. Okay, so you threw up on yourself as well but, that is still like, so gross. No, it's grosser then gross. It's like, there are no words to describe just how foul that is."
Jubilee shook her head and pondered how she'd clean herself and Amanda up without anyone noticing. 'Well, a cold shower always works in the movies.'
Jubilee pulled the other girl upright and ducked under Amanda's arm so she was resting most of her weight across her shoulder. "Come on, before someone comes lookin' for you."
"Doubt it. Been makin' meself a bit unpopular lately..." Amanda giggled drunkenly. She allowed Jubilee to lead her back across to the mansion - drinking stopped being quite so fun after you threw up.
It was difficult, being stealthy with a drunken British witch slung across your shoulders, but Jubilee somehow managed to smuggle Amanda inside and up to her own room without incident. Pausing only to kick the door shut, she lugged the girl to the bathroom, and shoved her rather unceremoniously into the shower stall.
Looking down at the other girl, Jubilee smiled somewhat wickedly and then reached over and turned the cold water on full. She'd let the cold water sober the girl up a bit, and wash off some of the grime she seemed to have accumulated and then she'd dry her off and put her to bed, after which her responsibility for the witch would be done.
Amanda was drunk - after a yelp and some creative swearing in both Latin and English, and a rather clumsy attempt to get away from the blast of cold water, she resigned herself to the icy chill, sitting in the bottom of the shower stall with her legs pulled up and her arms wrapped around them, resting her head on her knees, shivering miserably. The water pounded the back of her head, unmatting hair that hadn't been for a few days at least, and she let a few tears fall, trusting the water sluicing down her face to hide them.
Jubilee left the cold water on for a few seconds more, then noticing that Amanda wasn't moving out of the water like she'd expected her too, she reached over and turned on the hot, making sure the water came up to a nice "shower" temperature, rather then a "I'm doing penance for my sins" one.
It wasn't any fun being a bitch to Amanda when she couldn't fight back.
Reaching up, Jubilee grabbed the mint-scented shampoo and dumped some on Amanda's head, lathering it up. If the girl was gonna just sit in the shower, she might as well get her a bit cleaner. She knew Amanda wouldn't thank her for it later but that wasn't the point.
Amanda barely registered as the water changed temperature. It wasn't just the alcohol, it was everything - she was sinking fast into the depths and she didn't have the energy to fight it any more. There was no point.
Jubilee lifted the other girl's head and washed the suds from her hair. Pulling Amanda up, she turned off the shower, standing her beside it as she reached for one of the towels. She noticed that Amanda hadn't responded to anything she'd done since she put her in the shower and it worried her.
Shaking her head, she wrapped one towel around Amanda's head and then reached out to take off her sodden shirt, she'd have to get out of these wet clothes or Amanda would get a cold.
It occurred to Amanda, in the cold, dark place she had left herself fall into, that having someone taking her clothes off was a bad idea. But she couldn't summon the energy, the will to care. She stood numbly, dead, almost, as Jubilee unbuttoned her jeans and wrestled them off.
Jubilee stood, shocked at the scars she saw on Amanda's thighs, long brutal claw marks that looked like something had tried to hold onto her but been pulled off in the most painful way possible.
Turning the girl around to get to her back, Jubilee's eyes widened, Amanda's shirt hung limp from her fingers as her eyes followed the patterns and pictures drawn out in scar tissue on the girl's flesh.
'My God…no wonder you're so fucked up.' Jubilee thought.
Picking up the other towel, Jubilee covered Amanda in it, rubbing her down to get her dry and pulling the rest of her sodden clothes off in the process. The scars weren't something she was expecting and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
'Self inflicted?' she wondered about the leg scars.
Although, that didn't explain the patterns of scar tissue on her front and back. As much as Jubilee would have liked to consign this to 'weird British shit', she couldn't. There was something bigger going on here, and damned if Jubilee wasn't going to find out. Nothing brought danger to this school, the only home she had, nothing and nobody. Jubilee shook her head and wrapped the towel entirely around Amanda's body.
"Right, time for bed." She muttered, leading Amanda back into her room.
Sensation dimly registered. The cold was gone, and there was something warm, something fuzzy, in contact with her skin. And then more warmth, softness under her... bed. Muttering thickly, she rolled over, pulling the blankets around her head and letting sleep take her. Sleep meant no feelings, at least until the dreams started.
Jubilee watched Amanda as she slept, wanting to go now that she'd seen the girl to her bed, but wondering if she should stay, just in case. There was no pity in her for Amanda. Life was what it was, and as much as Amanda might sneer at her for having lived in a mall rather then on the real street, Jubilee knew that for people like them, there was no easy road. So, why did she feel like she should stay? Jubilee shook her head, and turned and walked out of the room. Even if she'd wanted to stay, she could imagine the reception she'd receive when Amanda woke up. Besides, she had a roommate, didn't she? Let her take care of her.
