Bradley!!!

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

[Bradley is kicking around a black and white ball in the living room. Having had no chance to play foot ball since he's shown up at the Dressing Room. He's feeling a little deprived.]

[And he really doesn't know anyone, so hoping that anyone else plays football, might be a bit of a stretch.]



((OOC: So I forgot I made an account for my OC. Bradley is just...Bradley...I mean, he associates with Descole, but he's certainly not a villain. I wrote him into a fanfiction as a sort of filler, and fell in love with him. Slightly, mary-sue, maybe, I'm not sure, I certainly didn't intend on it, but I think I'll expand and not use one of my many MANY actual Layton characters. Something new! Don't be afraid!!))

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[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive's doing his usual wandering when he comes across Bradley and pauses a bit.]

...hey, you stay near Descole, right? The female one.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Yeah her and the male one.

[In his good mannered nature he sticks his hand out too him, balancing the ball on the top of his foot.]

Nice to meet ya, I'm Bradley. Do you need something with her?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive arches one eyebrow, glancing at Bradley's hand but not moving his own hands from his sides.]

Not particularly. I thought I'd tell you that she's not going to be staying there any more though, since she doesn't seem to want to come out of her room to tell anyone herself.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

[Bradley puts his arm down as well as the soccer ball.]

Why? Is she okay? Does she need something?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Her Layton arrived, so she's staying with my Layton.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jean told me about that. That's...awful. Is there something I can do? I should probably tell my Jean, they're pretty good friends.

I mean, I really would like to help her. You...you're Clive right?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Yes, I'm Clive.

[He pauses a bit, torn between wanting to do something to help Descole out, and not wanting to let on that he actually cares at all.]

...I don't really know what you could do to help, honestly. If you wanted to come see her, maybe - I mean, she lets you guys stay with her for a reason, so I guess she might end up missing you if she's holed up on Hershel's floor the whole time.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

I suppose I could.

[He looks down a little upset at the idea of seeing the Monocle, knowing that his Jean and he have been sleeping together. No jealousy, really, just a bit of intimidation. The man seemed to have power over everyone, what if he could find a way to have some over him?

But this was not about him, this was about Ms. Descole.]

Her post traumatic stress rivil's Jean's. I wish I could do something to, yanno, actually help. Long term, yanno? I'm always stuck with people with problems, and I can never do anything. It's kind annoying.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...you could come up now, if you like. Hershel's probably not about.

[Clive shrugs a bit. He just figures Bradley has the usual problems with Monocle.]

Long term... I don't know. Helping people isn't really my area. I'm more for putting pointy things in them.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

I probably should. God, poor thing. That must be horribly traumatizing.

[He turns to look at Clive with a smile.]

If you're not used to helping people, this must be a quite a stretch for doing Miss Jean a favor, huh?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Ehh, she... it was Hershel who brought her in, not me.

[He starts away, heading towards the elevator without checking to see if Bradley's following.]

And she's... a friend. I guess. Much as I'd ever have a friend.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

[Holding the ball under his arm and against his hip, he narrowed his eyes towards the elevator.]

You've never had any friends?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

Didn't say that.

I used to. I guess. Things are... different, since Hershel.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Oh I suppose I haven't had any friends since I got here either...well, I dunno. I guess maybe some.

Why don't you have many friends since Hershel, if you don't mind me asking.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive glances back to smirk at Bradley as he steps into the elevator.]

Because Hershel trained me well.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

[With that Bradley felt a pang of anxiety serge in his chest. If that was how Hershel's mates acted, what if he did the same to his Jean. Jean was his friend, and the only thing familiar. What if he tried to change that.]

That sounds...unhealthy...

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[He chuckles softly.]

Don't worry. I'm a... special case.

[Once the elevator stops, Clive heads out and walks into the main part of Monocle's rooms, leading Bradley over to one of the doors and knocking.]

She should be in there. Just go in, I'll leave you to it.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Oh, well alright....

[As he's not sure what to stay, he waits for the door to open, worried about the future now.]

[contraltoflute]

[The door opens a few moments later, and Descole blinks at Bradley. She's only wearing her trousers and shirt, though she still has one of Monocle's jackets draped over her shoulder.]

...oh. Uh, hi.

[She glances around him long enough to spot Clive, then shrugs to herself.]

Do you want to come in?

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Yeah sure.

[He walks in with a smile and sits on the bed near here.]

Clive over there told me you weren't coming out. I thought you'd want familiar company. How are you feeling?

[contraltoflute]

[Descole nods a bit, shutting the door and dropping down on the bed. She pulls her knees up to her chest.]

I'm... okay. I guess. I've been able to sleep relatively well since I came here, so I guess there's that...

I just don't want to... go somewhere where my Layton would be able to get me on my own again.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

Well that's good. At least you've been sleeping. I'm sorry to hear that bad news.

So how has Mr. Prime Minister been treating you, then? Well, I suppose.

[contraltoflute]

Mmm, yeah. Uh. He's been treating me well, that is.

[She looks away, picking at a thread on the sheet.]

Sorry, I've not... I've not really had any company but him and Clive, I'm a little... out of sorts.

[cryptsellstudio.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I thought you might appreciate someone with a more optimistic disposition.

If you ever do decide to go out again, I'll make sure to beat that guy up if he comes near you. I'm probably bigger than him.

[He smirks. Bradley tries to be as helpful as he can in all situations.]

[contraltoflute]

[Descole laughs quietly.]

I don't think that would stop him. Thank you all the same, though.

[She leans her head on her shoulder, burying her face in the fabric of the borrowed jacket.]