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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 25, 2011 13:13:24 GMT -5
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[/div] I CAN'T DO THIS . . . how did it happen? Everything had gone to hell.
This was all wrong...
Jean was packing his things, or what little he had at least. There were very few things that he had brought with him in the first place, but it was enough. He even packed a gi, although he typically wore his sweatshirt and other clothes instead. Not that it even mattered, none of it mattered at all.
He stared at his pack of possessions as he sat on the bed that they had been letting him sleep in since he had arrived at Capsule Corp with his father. But it no longer seemed right, not with Trunks gone. Jean had been feeling utterly empty inside ever since it happened.
It was difficult for him to not feel like a burden to Bulla and her mother and everyone else, unable to keep that feeling away from himself, the boy had finally decided that the best thing for him to do was to remove himself from their home. They didn't need him there, he was useless anyway. If he had any use at all, his father wouldn't be dead, that was how he thought it.
Where he would go though... that was a good question. There had to be some way to bring his dad back, and he was going to find it.
[/center] [/div] goodbye... [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Bulla on Oct 26, 2011 10:24:58 GMT -5
[/b]" Her head went to the side of her bed and her eyes closed slowly. It was easier to just say she didn't care when her mother asked if she was alright or point out that she rather go shopping, when her sibling asked to talk about it. It was just that.. they didn't understand. They hadn't seen Yamcha's facial expressions during his last moments. The pain.. and agony that had been on his face before the final blow was delivered. It was just to much for the teen to take. Her eyes hadn't shed this much water since her mother banned her from using her credit cards when she was a young girl. The sound of her mother's voice on the intercom in her room made her sigh, but lazily turned to look at the device. Muttering a small reply, Bulla forced herself up to do what her mother told. Jean had been in her thoughts lightly after the whole random super man attack at the North Pole, but she thought he could handle himself or at least Trunks would come to his rescue if he needed help. Come to think about it.. she hadn't seen Trunks since the whole North Pole thing. It was.. strange. Shrugging the thought of while making her way to Jean's room, she paused at the door to knock lightly. " Somewhat little nephew.. my mother asked me to check on you" She let out a bitter chuckle and rolled her eyes " I do believe she's forgotten that your a Briefs and a saiyan, so you need no help or a constant babysitter to check on you. But let me in anyway?". yeah.. i didn't know if she knew that trunks was dead or not so.. >.>[/justify][/ul] |
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Post by Jean Briefs on Oct 26, 2011 20:17:53 GMT -5
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[/div] I CAN'T DO THIS . . . how did it happen? [lol, okay xD]
Just what he needed, a knocking at his door with a voice that followed, designating it to be Bulla on the other side. He sighed briefly, before daring to respond, his voice hesitant as he had no desire to speak at this time. "Uhm... okay," Jean's eyes drew slowly away from the things he'd been packing and turned now to the door. Moving from the bed toward the door, he would turn the knob to open it for her. As much as he really didn't want to at the present moment, he let her into the room.
"There, you checked," the boy dragged his feet across the floor back to his packing. After all that had happened, he didn't realize that Bulla was unaware of what had happened to Trunks. A lot had gone down in the snowy wasteland, but... nothing had been nearly as crazy as his father's death. How could anyone who had been there not know about it? To even consider that, well it just would have seemed absurd. The loss of Trunks had been a great loss to this world, and to their future, such a loss as the rest of the world would never even know.
And for that reason, Jean had expected to be left to mourn by himself. It wasn't as if either Bulla or her mother had even known much of anything about Trunks, he thought bitterly. "So... leave me alone now, wouldja?" he mumbled and grabbed his bag.
[/center] [/div] goodbye... [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Bulla on Oct 31, 2011 9:34:49 GMT -5
[/b]" Pausing at his last comment, she frowned and raised a brow. Now there wasn't no need to be rude and she had a quick temper, but since the two didn't really know each other that well.. she suppose he probably didn't know that. As she took a moment to cool her temper, Bulla took the chance to look around the room and noticed that he was packing. Was he really that mad that she ditched him? Or.. maybe there was something else going on that she didn't know about. She let out a hmph and tried to grab the bag from him. " What's wrong? I mean.. your leaving and we don't want you too. Me and my mom love you guys.."[/ul][/justify] |
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 1, 2011 19:14:27 GMT -5
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[/div] I CAN'T DO THIS . . . how did it happen? ”Hey!” Bulla had swept his bag right out of his hand, that made Jean flare out with anger. Whoever she thought she was, trying to take his stuff, it wasn’t very appealing! And... and how could she not know what was wrong? That still made no sense to him, it had been days at least, he had been keeping to himself and acting strangely the entire time. To think someone would have noticed a problem earlier... eh, maybe that was why Bulma had decided to send Bulla in now.
Still though, it just refused to connect with him, how could she not be aware of what had happened? The fact that she was acting as if nothing was wrong, it gave him reasoning in his mind to accuse her of not caring. ”I can’t stay here... I have to find a way, to get him back...” Jean didn’t know what else to do, dragon balls or no dragon balls, he refused to believe that his father was gone for good... ”And if you did care you’d know my dad was killed by some... some jerk, probably works for Dr. Hypnos!” the words he blurted out had obviously been influenced by his emotions. In the aftermath of his outburst, he tried to snatch his bag back from her.
[/center] [/div] goodbye... [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Bulla on Nov 3, 2011 22:57:24 GMT -5
[/b]" Her words were spoken softly, still in a bit shock at his own words alerting her of Trunks' death. The bag had been snatched from her hand, but she attempted to snatch it back and throw it on the ground. " My dad died as well. He was killed by one of Frieza's henchmen, while two others watched praising the bitch of her success of finding someone weaker than them. He gave all he had, but she just played with him until she got bored. Then.. she delivered the final blow." She paused and closed her eyes momentarily to take a breath. The way Yamcha died.. it was still wrong. To her, they had played a game with him and he sadly had been their new play thing. No.. her previous thoughts were wrong. Jean didn't even know who killed his father, while she remembered every detail about her own father's death. The feelings they both had about their own loss were to different to possibly relate. Trunks was going to be missed by her and later when she was alone, the teen would cry for his death as well. " I've had others things to do and its why I didn't know, but believe me.. I care. He was my family to that had some of my love" Clearing her throat, she bowed her head and licked her lips slowly " ... I am sorry for your loss".[/justify][/ul] |
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 6, 2011 12:06:11 GMT -5
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[/div] I CAN'T DO THIS . . . how did it happen? The success of having retrieved his bag back from the girl was short-lived. Jean dropped his arm down after that, allowing the bag to hang freely at his side. ”Sorry... I guess I didn’t know either,” he sighed, regretting already the accusations he had thrown at Bulla. He was still angry though, still so frustrated and upset. Hearing about what had happened to her own father was certainly nothing to be the least bit cheerful about, she had gone through worse than he had... Jean had not even been there when his father was killed... if he had been, then maybe...
What now...? Something ticked in the preteen's mind, knocking him back into having a complete focus on his own problems, while refusing to care about what she was going through. She’d had other things to do since then? Like, watching some guy die who wasn’t even supposed to have had children with Bulma in the first place? Gah! ”You don’t understand, my father was a great loss to the world, not just to his family,” Bulla was trying to make it sound as if Yamcha was an equal loss to Trunks, when he really wasn’t at all!
[/center] [/div] goodbye... [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Bulla on Nov 8, 2011 13:34:48 GMT -5
[/i] father was a great loss to the world, while hers wasn't? It didn't matter anymore if the two were somewhat related or not, he didn't have the right to say her father wasn't important. " ..not to be rude or anything Jean, but your father doesn't even exist here.. and I suppose I mean that literally now.. so how is he a lost to the world and Yamcha isn't?" The reply didn't mean to sound so cold or heartless, but he had annoyed her greatly. They were both grieving over their respective fathers and he didn't have to make it as if one death was greater than the other. She was trying to help, but he was being so damn difficult about it that it was hard to even want to help him. " My dad lived here.. and he had friends, while nobody here besides you really knew who he was.." Shrugging, she raised a brow at him with a no expression look on her face. " And sorry if I offended, but don't insult Yamcha if you don't want to know the reason why no one around here knows why Trunks is dead". [/justify][/ul] |
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