The story lives on
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) stands on a street corner, scratching his head, thinking to himself, 'Women... can't live with 'em... can't shoot 'em...' He wonders whatever happened to Jax... again... after she crashed at his place a couple of times while he was away. Maybe she transformed into her next phase of existence and took a shuttle to the mothership... nah, she probably just married a dentist and moved to the 'burbs.
Laurel (jaxaddiction) carried a small bag of groceries and unlocked the door, kicking the mail that lay on the floor further down the hallway while making her way into the kitchen. She was happy about taking care of Jax's last known houses while she was traveling.. or so she says. But for Lauren.. it was like a dream to be so young and staying in a cool place like this. She put up the groceries, opened a coke and went to pick up the mail that's been coming here for a dude by the name White.
[19:00] Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite): {{ haha
[19:01] Laurel (jaxaddiction): ((hahahaha!! Go with that))
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) climbs the stairs of the run-down motel to what he calls his 'Exile Home' in a lazy and somewhat pompous homage to James Joyce, fishing the key from his pocket. He opens the front door, turn on the light, and sighs, smelling the 'run-down motel' odor again, which isn't offensive, but is predictable and probably is stronger than he thinks it is, because he's been living here for a quite a while now. He figures he should go back to his 'real' place - the property left to him by an uncle unrelated to his step-brother Jack - to collect the mail and see if Jax has been there at the very least. He cracks the curtain and looks outside - rainy as usual, no one in the opaque green pool, diner is open, maybe time to eat soon.
Laurel (jaxaddiction) brings the mail to the kitchen counter and flings herself over a stool and starts to go through it, half tempted to open one. White......white......white.... this one looks not so important..." She looks around as if someone was watching her, gazed out the big open window to see the overcast gray day. She looks back to the mail and starts to open one very slowly. The silent room comes alive with the tearing of the envelope. She pulls out the paper and it's a bill for parking ticket.. not too far from here either. Who is this White guy?
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) opens his laptop and scrolls through today's email. Dear Kind Sir from Mrs. Jonas Savimbi. Sizzling Russian Ladies Want To Meet You. Best Solar Panels Cheap. Enhance Your Romance. Oh here's one: new antipsychotic prescription from Dr. Desai, whom Joe likes better than Dr. Shah because the former is better looking. Doc Desai wasn't happy about the weird side effects of the meds Joe had been on, which included drymouth and frequent, intense erections at inappropriate times. "Goddammit!" Joe shouts at the screen. The prescription had to be filled at the Dark Alley Pharmacy, which was the biggest shithole Joe could think of. "Okay let's see..." Joe maps out the route between the address his brother had given him for dropping off whatever was in the trunk of his car, Dark Alley, and his 'real' place, allowing for traffic and construction. He figures he can just make the pharmacy before it closes, so he doesn't start seeing angels with swords again. Joe locks the door behind him and walks quickly through the rain to the rattletrap Impala he refused to get rid of even though he could afford a new vehicle. "Fuckin' Dark Alley," he mumbles, turning the ignition key.
Laurel (jaxaddiction) about jumps out of her chair when she here's a knock on the door. She stuffs the paper back into the envelope quickly and hides the mail in the threw them in the microwave as she panicked. She turned to quick after slamming the microwave door and turned her coke over on the counter. "Damn it... fuck!" She grabs a towel and covers the spilled coke quickly and heads to the front door. She looks out before she opens it and sees no one. "Crap" she mumbles and slowly opens the door.. to find there is no one there. "Hello?" she calls out rather quietly and hearing nothing, closed and locked the door. She makes her way back to the kitchen, looking out over the pool and stops short. The backdoor was cracked open. "this is too weird" she whispers to no one and goes to shut and lock the back door. She stands very still and quiet and just listens. Was the door knock her imagination? She shrugs it off and starts to properly clean up the coke spill.
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) feels a noticeable wash of relief when he's safely away from the Dark Alley city limits. He glances at the passenger seat: a fresh, official-looking bottle full of pills with twelve-syllable words printed on the label, dosage instructions he never reads, and an envelope with a rectangular bulge: cash, from the creepy fellow Joe had handed off the boxes in the trunk to before picking up his prescription. He promised himself, again, that he'd stop doing these sketchy delivery jobs for his stepbrother Jack.
Joe flips his phone open and dials a number. A voice one the other end says: "Yo yo yo Joe you White Devil, how ya been?" "Al-Hamdu-liilah Ahmed, you smelly A-rab, how's my gold-plated palace?" "I ain't seen that lady lately," Ahmed answers. "The one you told me about. Seen some other chick though, redhead, sweet little thing, bouncy bouncy. You ain't been samplin' jailbait now have you my pasty-faced friend?" "What?" Joe frowns, watching the fenceposts whip by as he drives. "I dunno who you're talking about," he says. "Well," Ahmed says. "Seems like she's makin' herself right at home. I went over an' knocked, knew she was there, she didn't answer." "Okay... I'll be along directly," Joe says. Joe leans back and balances his fingers on the steering wheel, wondering once again: Who's been eating my porridge?
d because now he has the proper antipsychotic meds, prescribed by the cute Indian doctor he has a crush on
Laurel (jaxaddiction) cleans up the coke (not cock as I've typed 50 times now, lol) and throws the icky towel in the kitchen sink. She goes in the room she's been sleeping in and changes out of her jeans into a sun dress, throws her hair up on long pigtails and head out to the sandy part of the house by the ocean. She climbs into the old chair and closes her eyes, feeling the sun warm on her legs and listening to the ocean beat against the rocks. She opens her eyes and does a quick look around for anyone near... making sure she was still alone. She wriggles her little boobies out of the thin fabric and rolled her straps down to expose them to the sun too. "No tan lines" she thinks to herself and then wonders what she could do tonight to have some fun.
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite): In the modest, one-story house next door, Ahmed Saddiq crouches next to his kitchen table and moves the blind just enough to see, with one eye, the attractive young female who has occupied the back deck of Joe's house. "Ooohhhh... subhanallah mash'Allah, masha'Allah... where did you come from my little gora Houri?" Ahmed almost calls Joe again but decides to let the matter sit. He stands suddenly, feeling silly, like a dirty old man, then bends and takes another quick look with his right eye shut. "In land of the blind," he mumbles to himself. "The one-eyed man is king." He stands again and turns from the window. "But I am no king," he says out loud, as if making a case for something. "This is an evil land. My papa was right. But that is of no matter. Let the White Devils wallow in their own sin."
Laurel (jaxaddiction) pants a little as the hot sun comes from behind the clouds and beats down on her sun-kissed skin, a few beads of sweat forms between her boobies and her forehead. She lifts her head from the pillow, opening her eyes as they readjust to the bright sunlight. "Holy shit" she mumbles to herself "damn it got hot all the sudden.. where did the breeze go?" She pulls her boobies back in her dress and pulls up the straps, standing and looking over the water for a minute. As she turns to head back in the house she thought she catches a glimpse of someone next door but brushes it off. She walks back into the house and prepares to shower, letting the dress fall to the floor, picking up a towel from the closet and heading to the bathroom. She turns on the water to let it get warm and turned on her phone to Pandora and turns it up. Adele starts blaring up loud over the Bluetooth speaker. She opens a drawer she's not opened before and to her shock.. pill bottles.. lots of them.... she picks up one and reads...
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) sits quietly as the girl comes out of the bathroom. He keep his breathing shallow, not trying to scare her on purpose, just wondering what the hell she's doing here.
Laurel (jaxaddiction) dries off and wraps a towel around her hair and her torso and comes out of the bathroom with a fog of steam. She walks right past him at first, not seeing him on the couch as she walks to the bed, lets her towel drop to the floor and reaches for her dress. She turns around and jumps out of her skin when she sees him. "AAAAAGH... what the hell dude??"
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) can't help bursting into laughter. "So I guess you're the one who's been eating my porridge," he says to the frightened girl, reluctantly admiring her... chutzpah for lack of a better term... for being all incredulous about his being in his own house. "And if your'e Goldilocks, I guess that makes me all three bears at once. Now tell me, why did you decide to eat *my* porridge, instead of, say, Ahmed's next door? Forgive my long-windedness. That is to say, who the fuck are you and why are you in MY house? And also, what's so fascinating about my mail?"
Laurel (jaxaddiction) is flustered and embarrassed as she listens to him rattle on.. course as her brain processes what he's saying.. it would make sense.. the mail... the pill bottles... "Damn it Jax" she mumbles under her breath. She draws what little pride she has left and throws on the dress quickly. "Mr. White I presume? I am sorry.. I was house sitting... for Jax.. or so I thought.. I am Lauren.. her niece. I did not it was your home I swear!"
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) sighs and nods. "She told you this was her place, didn't she. Your Aunty is a magnet for trouble. She'll deny it, asserting her utter innocence with that doe-eyed gaze... I imagine you know what I'm talking about." Joe cross his arms and peers at the girl. "I wonder if it's part of the family gene pool. And by the way, if you call me 'Mr. White' again, I'll make you do my dishes... unless you already did them, and then... well I'll think of something. Name's Joe. Joseph Ishmael White. And you were house-sitting, I guess, just not for sweet Aunty Jax."
Laurel (jaxaddiction) ties the bow on her dress and reaches for her hair brush.. hurrying to brush the tangles out before her hair dries and starts explaining. "Some time ago.. not that long ago... Aunt Jax came over my house and offered to let me stay here if I kept the place up for her. So that's what I've been doing. She said she would be stopping in on occasions to check on me. I really don't have anywhere else to go Joseph. Not til Aunt Jax comes back anyway. But if you want me to leave I can get my stuff. I am really sorry, I don't know why she told me this was her place."
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) scratches his chin and thinks about what's transpired, and what he's seen, in the last few minutes. Some girl squatting in his house, niece of the notoriously cagey Jax Addiction. That alone could be an existential tsunami waiting to happen. On the other hand, she has kept the place tidy, and the house, Joe has noticed, doesn't have its typical science-experiment / half-eaten-gyro-left-somewhere / runaway-dirty-sock / motor-oil / cat-food-or-something smell. It was more like... linens? Women... linens? Women's hair stuff? Fresh laundry? Maybe a hint of detergent... not an unpleasant change. On the way in. he'd caught a glimpse of the kitchen: orderly and clean, not the disaster area he usually left when going off on one of his 'exile marches.' This Laurel chick might be good to have around... tasty little thing, but Joe usually didn't go for younger females. And, she might be jailbait. Joe decides to try to get her to tell him how old she is, without asking her directly. "You don't have to leave, Laurel," he says. "But aren't you... going to be in trouble for missing school?"
Laurel (jaxaddiction) picks up the panties off bed and puts them on the best she can under the dress without showing too much and goes to sit on the chair.. her favorite chair. "I am not in school.. I graduated.... I guess I could go to college but I haven't started that process yet. My mom always is on the road and Dad took off so.... well.. here I am. I could stay in my parents house but it's falling apart. Tessa... my mom.. Jax's sister, is always on the road doing whatever it is she does so.... but I did graduate high school. I won't bother you none either."
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) folds his hands behind his head, noticing the way Laurel has flopped into the ratty recliner chair which he insists on keeping around. He almost chuckles, thinking that if he were Archie Bunker, she would be in major trouble at the moment. He's mostly satisfied that she's not jailbait and he won't go to the slammer if they get drunk and screw, but he decides to forestall the getting drunk and screwing for the moment, until he's certain that a) she isn't some Lolita and he can sort-of maybe corroborate her story, b) he's sure she's not going to let her loser friends in while he's gone, and 3) she's not some wacko who's got Jax's body parts wrapped up in trash bags under the house. "Okay but you're gonna hafta make me a sandwich sometimes," he says, trying not to bust up laughing. "And if you, um, see stuff here, you can't tell anybody. Dig?"
Laurel (jaxaddiction) watches him and see the thoughts preprocessing in his mind through his eyes. She smiles and relaxes a bit after listening to him and wonders just who he is. "I do want to know who you are.. to Jax.. there has to be a reason I am here. She must trust you. Aaaaaand speaking of stuff... I found so many pill bottles.... what do you mean "stuff"?
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) pulls his boots off and walks over to the beanbag chair. "I knew you would ask about 'stuff.' Okay, let's say this: normally, if I walked in here and saw someone, you for instance, someone I don't know, I'd just sit and wait for you to disappear, because the antipsychotics usually function pretty well. And if you were standing there with a flaming sword in your hand, and big white wings, I'd know you're not really here, and I'd also know that I forgot to take my meds." Joe leans forward a little. Now. As for 'stuff,' sometimes you'll see boxes and crates. I bring them in and out. And you'll see envelopes full of cash. Don't open the boxes and don't, uh, borrow any cash. Believe me, it's counted regularly. In your aunt's world, what you don't know can get you sold into slavery or some shit, but in my world - the one you're house-sitting - ignorance is bliss." Joe stops talking and
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite): waits to see if Laurel runs for the front door now that she knows that five out of five doctors agree that he's off his proverbial rocker.
Laurel (jaxaddiction) recrosses her legs and nestles further down in the old chair, watching him pull off his boots and tosses them on the floor which kind of bothers her to be out of place. Her eyes watches him walk over to the bean bag chair and she studies him while he talks about hallucinations. She guesses dressing up in a costume may not be a good idea around here. "It's okay.. everyone has their issues. Guess that's what the pills are for. Do they give you a buzz or anything? Oh.. I won't touch any of the crates.. Jax send me money so I don't need any money unless you want more groceries or something. She gets a better look at him and thinks he's cute. He could have been an old, fat man but thank goodness he's not.
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) purses his lips. "No buzz," he says. "I just don't see the angels as much..." He trails off, looking off at a corner of a room. "Um..." He shakes his head, rubs his eyes, blinks, looks at the corner again, and then looks at Laurel. "They won't get you high either. They'll just make you puke. Uh... I know you're really here 'cause Ahmed next door told me you were." Joe chuckles. "Ahmed looks like a creep but he's not a bad guy. Just reclusive as hell. Gots himself a little mini-mosque in his basement where he prays, five times a day, for God to forgive him for drinking himself to sleep at night and then doing a shot o' Jaeger after Fajr prayer, right at sunrise." Joe can't help laughing more. "Jesus, I'm a real party-pooper huh. You'll have grocery money and I'll give you some, eh, walkin'-around money too if you promise not to tell anyone about the dilapidated guy who owns the dilapidated house you're hiding in. You got a job? Anywhere to be during the day?"
Laurel (jaxaddiction): Nope.. I am just here.. I thought my job was taking care of Jax's house" she laughs out loud. "Your neighbor told you I was here? I thought someone was there once or twice but I actually thought you didn't have neighbors. Ya know.. I thought I heard a knock earlier but no one was there. then the back door opened a crack and it freaked me out some. I am glad your home. Do you want me to get a job and help you out?"
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) smiles. "No, I meant so you don't go completely batshit hanging around here all day long. You could - I dunno - take a class at Tentacle Community College. It's cheap as hell and they've got... well I dunno what they've got but sometimes they have free movies in the science building at night. Um..." Joe trails off, trying to think of interesting things to do in Tentacle, and not coming up with much. "I'll tell Ahmed not to scare you. Sometimes you'll the palce to yourself at night 'cause I go over there and we play video games and smoke a lot of weed."
Laurel (jaxaddiction)'s mind races and thinks about some of the stuff he's said. So far he sounds pretty cool. "Playing video games and smoking sounds fun to me. I'd love to. Oh... I am guessing you get the bed now that your home too. Her mind wonders off to think of Jax and slave trading.. "what the hell is slave trading? Jax is still in trouble isn't she?"
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) chuckles. "I dunno, I made it up. You know, like those Gar novels. Gor? Is that what they're called? The ones that John Norman guy wrote, where there's this planet where all women don't wear clothes and are enslaved by men, and everyone talks like Lord of the Rings. That's what I always imagined imagined whenever Jax told me about whatever hot water she'd been in through no fault of her own, heh. No disrespect intended. Honestly, I don't know where your aunt is now. Haven't seen her in months. Or years?" Joe makes a screwy expression and scratches his forehead above his right eyebrow. "The meds mess with my time perception. Um, you can have the bed. I'll take the couch, because those Star Trek reruns aren't going to watch themselves, ya know what I mean?"
Laurel (jaxaddiction) giggles "oh I know what you mean alright. Jax should stop by any day now really... I would think so anyway.. it's been a week or so since I saw her last. Thanks for the bed also.. that's very kind of you. I wonder where Jax is?
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) thinks to himself, Probably in a cage, taunting her captors and devising a fiendish escape which will undoubtedly dovetail into another six months of hiding from very bad people, during which she will, somehow, manage to occupt luxurious digs in upscale neighborhoods. How the fuck does she do that? "Oh, she's probably on a farm somewhere," he says. "Milking cows and making cornbread."
Laurel (jaxaddiction) yawn and looks at the time, finally stretching almost right off the chair. "I didn't know how late it got while talking to you. I think I am going to head to bed."
Joseph Ishmael White (joewhite) leans back and listens to the night air, thinking maybe he can hear Laurel's breathing, intensely aware of her curled up in the Archie Bunker chair, trying not to admit to himself that he likes her, or likes her company anyway, but still wary of the witch-curse craziness she could bring along with her, being a relative of Jax. "Okay," he mumbles, cracking a huge yawn and settling into the beanbag chair, which he normally doesn't like being in at all. "I'll, um..." Joe yawns again and forgets what he was going to say. He lulls quickly into sleep, knowing vaguely that he'll wake up alter with a stiff neck, and dreams of a farm, in the early evening, where angels perch on fence posts but can't see him, they just stare up, toward a vast, empty Heaven obscured by dumb old ordinary clouds. "Nothing to see here," says one of them. "Move along."
The Story continues "One Escape Plan"
Jax had been caught again.... Caught by who you ask? The same cartel who had her before. She had been imprisoned for months before being sold at private auction. She had been somewhat broken and humiliated during that time but still hung on to what dignity she had left. The man who bought her was a nice enough guy.. manipulating and aggressive at times but Jax had learned quickly what needed to happen.
She had been bought with her best friend and both of them supported one another through the transition. Mr. Flynn had kept them under lock and key most times. He had many houses on his large estate and his other girls were eventually allowed to roam free... stockholm syndrome... they were very loyal to Mr. Flynn. He had an art for how he accomplished such obedience.
Jax made one friend in the mansion before she was sold and lucky for her, that friend (Addi) promised that she would try to find her friend Joe to rescue her for a final time. After Addi was bought and gained the trust of her owner.. she escaped to freedom. It wasn't a hard time being that her owner slept so much. Soon afterwards, she tracked down the address for Joe.. an empty house. Luckily she found papers in an old kitchen drawer with a phone bill.. a number...
Addi texted this number hoping it was Joe... and it was. After a brief texting conversation, Joe had come up with a plan to get Jax to freedom.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) pulls the canoe up onto to the beach and walks across the sand toward the beach house, his eyes straining at the sheer... candy-store-ness of it. "God damn," he mumbles. "I can't hear anything - that fucking house is too loud!"
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) crosses the bridge and approaches what may or may not be the 'front' of the structure. It appears to be a cage, inside which is a small blonde woman.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123): (( by the way, joe has sent jack on an 'abeyance' mission - they had a major disagreement and jack is trying to mend fences
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123): (( that's why jack is here instead of joe - joe is just messing with him
Jax (jaxaddiction) flips through the newest book she got and already quite bored with it. She was enjoying the ocean breeze that blew through the bars in the late afternoon.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) walks around the building, which seems to have bars instead of walls on the north and west sides. He crouches behind a hedge and listens for a while, making his breathing shallow: stray boat sounds, a windchime somewhere, ropes knocking on planks, seagulls. No human sounds. No movement anywhere, except for some birds. He stands and makes a mental note of where the shadows are, access roads, wide passages between houses, and how far away he is from the canoe. He reaches into his coat and feels for the pistol... and then realizes he doesn't have it with him. His promise to Joe: no firearms. He moves to the west side of the house and taps on the bars, to get the blonde's attention. "Hey," he says softly. "Good book?"
Jax (jaxaddiction) flips over another page and suddenly hears a weird sound and then whispering. She sits up and looks around to see a strange man at the side of the cage. She puts down the book and stands up wondering how much trouble she's in now. She walks over towards him slowly but doesn't pass the table and chairs. "What do you want?" she whispers back to him.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) drops to one knee, feeling nervous and exposed because of the flat terrain, open space, and lack of shadows on this side of the building. "Joe White sent me," he says, looking around for any movement. "I'm his older brother." He looks back to the blonde and scratches his nose. "So... you're the notorious Jax Addiction," he says, wrinkling his face into an expression of uncertainty. "We used to call you 'Snuffalufagus' because it was like only Joe could see you... Anyway, pleased to meet you Jax, I'm Jack. Heh."
Jax (jaxaddiction) watches him carefully and tries not to get too excited "Jack.. I remember him telling me about you.. why didn't he come?" she asks in a loud whisper as she crouches down to be more on his level and a little nervous that he was there. She looks to him and then to the house across the bridge. She didn't think he was home and so far.. she's been the only one awake today it seemed.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) watches the woman's eyes as she looks somewhere behind him... maybe at the neighboring property. He'd made a mental note of it when he'd beached the canoe: a kind of faux Frank-Lloyd-Wright-lookin' place. Helicopter in front, with the world's loudest paint job. Maybe all the people who live here are color-blind, Jack thinks as he tries to decide if the woman is afraid of something connected to the neighboring house. "He got your friend's message," Jack says, trying to sound reassuring. "Why I'm here is... a long story." He turns briefly to look behind him, deciding that any imminent threat will probably have to do with whomever lives next door. "It would appear that you're being held captive" he says. "Is that a problem... or are you, um... into that kind of thing?" Jack frowns, knowing how corny that must sound.
Jax (jaxaddiction) breathes a sigh of relief and thinks she can't wait to hear that story of why Jack is here. Her eyes dart from the house to back on Jack. "I am glad you found me here today.. I am normally in the cage in Mr. Flynn's bedroom but since he's not home today.. I get this big cage and fresh air. I gotta get out of here and we can't be caught Jack. You have to find the keys if you can.. He lives in the house next door. But please watch out when you go there.. he has 4 other girls that have been here for too long and now roam free but are very loyal to him. The hut next to me... the little house behind his.. the house on the other side.. all belong to his girls."
Jax (jaxaddiction): Jack.. he will kill you.. he's bad news
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) turns to study the house next door for moment, frowning and thinking about the woman has referred to this guy as 'Mr. Flynn' rather than by his first name or 'that motherfucker' or something - a symptom of mental trauma. He thinks about the other women who she's said are 'loyal' to this Mr. Flynn. Is this a cult? he thinks. If it is, I'm shouldn't be lone-wolfing it here. He turns to Jax. "We'll be back for you soon," he says. "One way or another. I know... I know that's not what you want to hear, but I need to get a good look at the grounds. 'Rambo' was just a movie."
Jax (jaxaddiction)'s head falls forward. It definitely wasn't what she wanted to hear. "when?" she whispers "I have to get out of here before I end up like the rest of them... like.. Stockholm syndrome Jack! I am already starting to lose my mind.. I have no pride anymore and I almost feel better inside a cage than not being inside one. how fucked up is that??" she explains, her words lays her forehead on the center bars between her hands. "Jack" she explains "Please help me.. when... tell me when... cause I don't know where I'll be next and mostly I am at his house.. upstairs... where he keeps the keys most time on a small nail by the steps."
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) sighs as the obviously distraught woman wrings her hands and speaks in a shaky voice. "I'll be back," he says again. "Or someone will. If I go all super-ninja now, I'll undoubtedly screw the pooch." He nods curtly and moves off toward the house next door, where he can be seen snapping some photos of the doors. He curses out loud a couple of times. muttering to himself... 'Joe you motherfucker... you didn't tell me it was a cult you dumbass... broad fucking daylight... oh it's just a prank... yeah right... fuckin' stoner-ass moron...' After moving along one of the solid walls of the weird cage-building, Jack takes some snapshots of the hut, the beach, and the surrounding buildings, and makes a break for the canoe, still muttering. Once in the water, he dips the paddle into the water and guides the canoe along the shore, back the way he came.
Jackson Ezekiel Spratt (jacksprat123) sits back and moves the paddle into his lap, resting a moment. A gull squawks overhead. He pulls the phone from his coat pocket and texts to his brother Joe: YOU FUCKING SUCK
Jax (jaxaddiction) watches him leave with a heavy heart as the sun starts to go down in the distance. She hopes Joe would return.. if he can get her out of here... She would owe him her life..as if she didn't already. She walks back over the sleeping bag and picks up the book.. Her mind clearly on Joe.
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