evelyn and jesse

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: His house
When: Late Afternoon

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: James’ Apartment
When: Morning

Evelyn hadn’t been awake, but she wasn’t really asleep either. At some point she had been aware that her brother and niece were up, catching her name along with some words that stumbled into her consciousness from their otherwise quiet tones. But not enough to piece together what exactly was being said, and she had just been too exhausted to nudge herself into the realm of ‘awake’, if not so much ‘alert’, enough to catch the conversation.

who: evie and jesse
where: her place/out
when: noon

Jesse, after his daughter and that little punk left, was not a happy bunny. In fact, he was a wildly unhappy bunny. And even if he was still pissed at his sister about shit, he wanted to talk to her about the situation, so he went over to her building, and headed to her door to knock--and even his knock sounded impatient and harassed. “Evie--you in?” he called, before anyone would even have had the time to answer.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: Jesse's apartment
When: Late Afternoon

Evelyn was worried. She had knocked on her brother's door and there hadn't been an answer. Which meant Jesse was out. Normally, this wasn't cause for worry. It was cause for merely a sigh and a note left under a door because Jesse's neighbors weren't always the most dependable message-takers. But it was a Saturday -- not that Jesse worked -- and there was no good reason to be outside in such weather!

...except for Jesse there probably was, wasn't there? Despite futile hopes, she couldn't honestly see her brother letting things go. She could see him going into shady neighborhoods and talking to shady people and probably coming home with another gunshot wound if he came home at all. So, yeah. She was worried.

The lights in the hallway flickered, which disconcerted Evelyn more than she cared to admit to herself. She knocked on Jesse's door for a fourth time, even though she knew that was pointless. Both Jess and Baby J tended to answer after the first knock. Evelyn sighed, admitting defeat. She took a step back, casting one last look at the closed door, and started to walk away. And it was when she was mid-way through the stairwell that lights went out. Completely.

And Evelyn screamed.

who: jesse and evie
where: his place
when: afternoon

Evelyn felt like she was going to jump out of her skin, but that wasn't evident to anyone passing her in the stairwell. She didn't move like somebody who felt very much like some thread in her life was unraveling apart. But she doubted she could credit self-control for the placid facade, because she couldn't even stop the how her hand gripped the banister far too tightly, and even controlling her breathing didn't stop it from being tense.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
When: Late afternoon
Where: Jesse's apartment

Evelyn felt just as sick as she had professed to be the day earlier. Although in this case it was her guilt eating at her rather than any bug, and she knew it. But none of that made it any easier as she trod slowly up the stairs leading to Jesse's floor. Not at all. Not when she remembered that, before all this, 'unreliable' and her would have never been used in the same sentence. If she said she was going to do something or be somewhere, she was there and she was early. It had just been Her Thing... until now.

She didn't know why she was here -- actually, she did, but she didn't know exactly what she was planning to do here. She wanted to apologize, but a true apology would require the truth. And she wanted to tell the truth, and explain how it all started with a silly little lie that turned out to be all this trouble and she would take it back if she could and... but she had already spouted so many lies for what felt like so long that Evelyn just felt trapped into continuing it when a truth-telling moment arrived. But she was pretty sure bailing out on Jessie had been the shittiest move she'd ever pulled, and even if she couldn't come out with the truth that couldn't stop her from heading here after working brunch. Here. In front of Jesse's door. Right. Taking a breath, and telling herself that she was going to do this... whatever 'this' was... Evelyn knocked on the door.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: Their parents' home, Jesse's apartment
When: Mid-afternoon

Angela James grabbed a wrapped package out of the icebox as her youngest daughter donned her coat by the doorway. “I was going to deliver this to your brother today,” she said closing the icebox and meeting her daughter at the entrance, “but I think you should do it.”

Mid-way through wrapping her scarf, Evelyn paused to look down at the package. “Oh… okay,” she carefully accepted the package from her mother’s hands, glancing at her quizzically.