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Who: Jolyne and open (closed prompt for Jonathan)
When: Sometime in November, idk
Where: Various places. Some empty room, the quad, etc.
What: Hamon training! More stupid dancing garbage! Training! Really bad memories time!
Warnings: Jolyne is Jolyne, as always. CW: drugs on the D prompt.

A. Dancing

As per usual, Jolyne can be found pretty easily outside practicing her ridiculous dance moves. Anyone who has been paying attention is probably more than familiar with her nonsense at this point. The song and dance for the day is kind of a little raunchy in lyrics but less so in the moves. A weirder one for her, certainly, and not as bombastic and loud as her stuff normally is.

As usual, she can be grabbed after she's done and taking a water break. With Stone Free, as usual, chilling out not too far away.

B. Training

Jolyne is the easiest to always find in the Legionnaire Quarters, as always punching the absolute hell out of a punching bag, swimming in the pool despite the weather outside, or jogging.

However, this time she's also seen... lifting weights? Weird and new, but why not. It seems her weights range from smaller weights up to something that would almost never be seen on someone with her body type. She doesn't seem to be having a whole lot of issues with this whole thing, especially since those who are paying attention my notice the strings wrapped around her wrists and on the weights themselves.

What the hell is she even doing?

C. Garage

Mechanics club was kind of a come or go sort of thing, Jolyne not particularly caring if someone really wanted to get involved or not. It was a formality to keep up with the whole list of those in the club proper, since she'd only really done the club in the first place to get access to parts she wouldn't noramlly get a hold of. But she's pretty easily found in there, working on her bike that... at least has a basic skeleton going on for it.

In fact, she's found in clothing that isn't her normal. Instead it seems to be a white (or formally white, now stained with oil and the like) shirt that's rolled up to her elbows and a pair of jeans that are just as covered. And goddamned black boots. Her hair is out of its usual style and instead tied back in a simple ponytail.

Anyone that bothers to check on her will find her hard at work and focused on getting the engine on this thing fine tuned. Or maybe it's better to not interrupt her while she seems something other than irritated at the world.

D. Greenhouse, potential CW: drugs

It hadn't been her idea to plant these, not in the slightest, but she'd... kind of inherited this particularly hidden little plot. A small crop of marijuana and mushrooms. She didn't know shit about how mushrooms worked, so she'd sort of let them go a bit with the least heavy hand possible while instead working on the crop she was far more familiar with.

Despite the falling out, despite the way things went, she at least was going to try and keep something alive that she was left with. And, despite everything, she actually was doing a fairly good job at keeping them alive and somehow not being found out.

She wasn't using it, of course not, but it was something to do and see how everything turned out.

Though anyone passing by might hear some music playing in the background. Certainly not something to be growing plants to, right?

E. Hamon training (closed to Jonathan)

This was stupid, the whole idea was absolutely stupid. But her great x3 grandfather had promised to teach her this whole... hamon or whatever thing. And she'd been debating on going through with it or not, she didn't mind learning something new, necessarily. But if she learned this, wouldn't this make her more of a target for them to keep her around? Ugh.

Ultimately she's determined that she might as well see how this goes, if it's utter bullshit then she can leave. It's not like a bat can stop her, anyway. She's even been nice enough to keep Stone Free unsummoned for the time being.

But she's prompt and on time, if nothing else, slipping into this empty classroom and frowning as she leans against the now closed door.

"This better be worth my time, I could be doing literally anything else."

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[She really isn't hard to find, even if she hadn't expressly told him where to find her. A pretty fitting song, he thinks, frowning a little to himself and wandering through. He stops to check in his own addition to the greenhouse first, a glowing little hybrid flower in some sort of gas chamber swirling with a light layer of mist. It isn't dead, and hasn't stopped glowing, much to his relief. He didn't have a clue how he was supposed to keep it healthy, with it being from the Outlands, but so far? He was lucking out.

Eventually he wanders over to her though, and pauses with his hand raised in greeting. Wait. What the fuck? He knows that shape, and now that he bothers to think about it, he knows that smell, too.]

Are you fucking growing weed? What the fuck is wrong with you?!

[Goddammit, Maverick. She's letting out a soft huff as she hears those words and his tone, casually just leaning back and turning off the song for the time being. She doesn't seem particularly bothered about all of this as her attention moves to him, a brow raised slowly.]

Correction, Toki had been growing weed.

[Honestly, given the shit still has a fucking pink tint to it, that should be pretty obvious at that point.]

I'm sure as shit not going to be using it, but thought it'd be kind of a dick move to just let it die, y'know?

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, grumbling because of fucking course it was Mousie, fucking stupid asshole etc. etc. From where he's standing, that information doesn't make this any better!]

Why the fuck not? If you really ain't using it, and he sure as shit ain't using it -- nor should he, that's fucking stupid -- then why the fuck you keeping it around?

[That's... a good question, isn't it? She's quiet for a moment as she turns herself back to the plants, one hand gently checking the leaves for who the hell knows what at this point. How does she actually answer any of that?]

Something just won't let me, I guess? [That's a piss poor answer, Jolyne.]

The 'shrooms he'd been growing are pretty much a lost cause since fuck if I know how that shit works, but this is something I actually kind of know about. So, I dunno, feels like I kind of owe that much. [... No.]

Yeah, because the fucking kid having breaks from goddamn reality should really fucking be doing mushrooms... How could you fucking know about this shit and not do something about it?! Original question of "what the hell is wrong with you" still fucking stands!

[he sure is...worked up about it. enough to not even bother trying to hear her pathetic non-explanations, which hey, maybe she can try again later, that means!]

God, this was long after we were fucking done with shit, so it really wasn't my fucking problem at the time. Besides, I'm pretty damn sure neither of these were at a point where they could be fucking usable! [She mostly knows how they're supposed to look like, Mav, she is from goddamned Florida and has seen some shit.]

It doesn't really fucking matter now, does it? He's not fucking here anymore and no one's going to be using this shit as long as I'm around. No one but fucking you and I know this shit is here. And, again, I'm content letting the damn 'shrooms die as I don't know how to save that shit. And I don't even know if it'd ever be a good damn idea to touch the weed given he made that shit pink some fucking how. [... Good point, actually.]

I'm not about to risk my health for that.

[He's pretty sure half of this is beside the point, but to be fair, it's harder to pay attention when he's so assblasted in the least fun way. Well, really any way you're assblasted it's hard to pay attention? Things to consider that are valid, not at all like Jolyne's points.]

But it's fucking okay to risk your health over shit like this otherwise? Drugs are fucking fine and dandy, long as they aren't fucking pink?

[which, side note, he wouldn't have known without her. gotta love deuteranopia.]

[It's all perfectly valid points! Except the part where she's doing this clearly due to some weird fucking guilt than anything else, which is probably not the healthiest way of dealing with anything ever. Goddammit.]

Oh my god. Are you seriously going to be one of those people that thinks fucking weed is going to kill you or something? Because there's fucking research out there that it doesn't actually cause jackshit other than calm your ass down and numb out pain. Shit, they use weed for cancer patients and shit, so, like, don't try and get all high and mighty when you don't know jack goddamned fucking shit, Mav.

[Hey, learn something new every damn day.]

This isn't remotely why I told you where I was and yet this is just going to be us bitching about fucking weed that isn't even going to be used? Goddammit, I knew this was a fucking mistake!

[sorry about it jolyne]

Fuck your research -- harmless my fucking ass! It turns people into assholes that will send a goddamn kid out to talk to dealers, and fucking idiots that get so fucking "chilled out" that hey! That stronger, better shit sounds like a great fucking idea! And apparently just being around it has made you so fucking naive you fucking think that it's gonna keep not being used. This is a greenhouse for the whole goddamn school! You really think there won't be someone coming around and thinking, hey, pink is a great fucking color for drugs, maybe it makes them super drugs? God fucking damn it, girl, I thought you were smarter than this, from Florida or not!

[Sorry not sorry.

She's quiet for the longest moment before she's just moving to stand and try to push past him, making damn sure to try and shoulder check him on the way.]

The intention was to never have it be used, to have this one goddamned thing left that maybe I wouldn't completely fuck up. That maybe, just maybe, I could show myself that I was worth something, that I could keep some sort of promise now that he's not here.

But fuck me, I guess. Do what you want, I don't fucking care anymore.

[... That tone is absolutely not her normal, calm and way too collected. And way too quiet. But if he's not going to stop her, she's going to head for the door instead.]

[He's expecting a fight, gearing up for one especially after that bump, so much so that when she gives him the opposite, it feels like it hits him harder than any punch would have. He's still pissed, but it's more of a confused anger scrambling to catch back up. Since he's lost his footing in the argument already, he hurriedly steps after her. He'll...take care of the pot later.]

Hey! What the fuck are you talking about? You think you're gonna find that by taking care of some shit he never fucking should have had in the first place?

[wait, no, he doesn't mean to keep berating her, why is this happening...why can't he just sound encouraging like a normal friend!!!]

This isn't helping anyone, not when that fucker wasn't helping himself with it -- [ha ha] All this is, is -- you're not fucking moving on! How are you supposed to realize your worth if you won't even look at who you fucking are now?

[She hadn't intended to stop at first, not while he's questioning her and calling after her while trying to catch up. What does, however, get her to stop is that last part. But she's not turning around, not in the slightest.

Realize her worth? That's a load of shit and she damn well knows it.]

Because I don't have a worth, if you hadn't noticed. I'm broken goods, I always have been and I always will be. It doesn't matter how much I change, how much I want to be different than I am, that's all anyone's ever gonna see.

You don't know how much shit I've been through, how many people I've been through, and they always end in the same way. Because that's what I'm worth, something to be used and discarded when they eventually get bored of me or realize I have nothing to give them.

That's why I don't bother, that's why I refuse to be in this relationship shit again. Because it's not worth it to anyone else to have to deal with someone that's not worth a damn thing.

Maybe you'd be better off distancing yourself from me like everyone else. [... What the hell. But she's finding her footing again and heading for the exit again.]

[He's too startled to keep following her after that. In too much disbelief, both from her words and from his overwhelming need to shoot down everything she said, however she felt be damned. The instinct to steamroller over this conversation is too strong right now, and she...didn't deserve that. She deserve a hell of a lot more, even if she couldn't realize it.

So it's some time before Maverick works up the nerve to confront her again. He's disposed of the pink plant in the greenhouse, of course, because we can't have nice things even if he feels bad about the mood he'd put her in, and in the end he doesn't even stick around to see her. Going the dodgy delivery route, like she had for his birthday gifts, although it's a bit harder for a dorm. He had to bribe the bullshit RA with sugary bullshit coffee delivery to get him to make sure it would get where it was needed. What a fucker, that guy.

Anyway. Jolyne will be presented with a medium-small terra cotta pot filled with dirt and the barest hint of a plant, a single, cut stalk of gladiolus, and a folded up note.]

Gladioli are too fucking big to grow indoors so I had to settle for something smaller instead. Like the message of forget-me-nots, too, so it fucking works out I guess. You get both.
I didn't mean to be just another person to go through or to be such a dickhead. You were there for me and then I didn't do the same for you so I kind of fucking deserve an asskicking if you want to give one.
Atropos is still open to you the 28th if you feel like coming.
Maverick

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