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I Can Fix That

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#1 Jacob Raynor

Jacob Raynor

Posted 30 August 2016 - 01:05 AM

Jake ran a finger over the short to-do list he had pinned to one wall of his room. A few of them had been crossed off already. Fix the roof, done. Install new gutters, done. Reseal second floor windows, done. All in all, the B&B was already looking much better than it had when he had first arrived and been convinced to help out. Of course, there was still a long way to go - almost two more pages of to-do lists that haven't even been touched yet - but for now, Jake was content with how much he had accomplished so far. 


Maybe that was why he kept convincing himself that he could put off a few of his daunting tasks for a few days to do some less important work. 


Initially it was only supposed to be one side-job, fixing a loose doorknob in one of the rooms. It was something that he could do between lunch and yardwork in the overgrown garden out back. Of course, that's what he had told himself at first, but then he had gotten there and somehow ended up sticking around for much longer, finding excuses to stay and converse with the girl who had settled into the room. First the doorknob needed fixing, then he was bringing his toolbox into the house to oil the hinges of the door, and then he was patching up part of the wall where the last tenant of the room had trouble hanging something heavy. 


That became the way that Jake was spending his free time. If he didn't have an emergency to tend to elsewhere, he was coming up with some new renovation that Corra's room 'needed'. Today's excuse was changing the locks on the windows and replacing one of the floorboards that creaked (an almost unnoticeable sound but loud enough that Jake felt the need to fix it) 


Jake buckled his toolbelt, an old dirty one that he had found in the back of the shed as he was cleaning it out to move in, around his waist and tucked the appropriate tools into the loops and pockets. Hopefully they had enough spare wood around that he could find one that was enough of a match for the other floorboards in her room. 


A few minutes later, he was making his way to her side of the house, knocking on her bedroom door even though it was already open and inviting to anyone in the house already - much like her personality. "Corra? Would you mind if I worked on some things in here today?"


#2 Corra Edison

Corra Edison

Posted 30 August 2016 - 05:49 AM

While it wasn't meant to be surprising, Corra still jumped at the sound of a voice in her doorway.


Not that she minded the company or was particularly shocked that someone was joining her, considering she left the door open for that precise reason. Having always been deeply social by nature it was only natural; even in the midst of her busiest moments she'd stop and talk to whoever bothered with her, even when she was deeply sucked into whatever she was doing. 


A quick sniffle and a wipe of her cheeks later she assumed she was mostly presentable, but her red eyes, as well as a few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, betrayed precisely what she'd been doing just moments before. Crying. Quietly crying, mind you-- not sobbing-- but it was a substantial cry nonetheless, one that reached right into her gut and pulled out some of the deepest emotion she was capable of. At first that might have appeared alarming, as if she'd had a bad day, but a single glance at the television in front of her would verify that it was harmless.


Anime. Fortunately Jake had entered at the perfect time, just as the credits were rolling on an episode and before she had the chance to start another. "Oh, uh-- yeah! Yeah, that'd be--" She glanced around her room at the various repairs he'd done over time, not even sure what else needed doing at the time. Despite the fact that she was often more aware than she appeared, she was truly oblivious as to why he kept coming by. "That'd be great! What are you fixing today?"


Her interest was piqued immediately despite the red eyes, a strange contradiction of an expression on that face. She grinned up at him from her spot on her bed, happy as always to see him.

#3 Jacob Raynor

Jacob Raynor

Posted 30 August 2016 - 06:59 PM

Jake didn't even know that Corra had the ability to cry. Of course, it made sense. From what he could tell, she was emotionally driven. He always had trouble picking up on how other people were feelings but when it came to Corra, her state of being was always extremely obvious - written on her face. At this point, with all the time that he was spending around her (though he'd never admit it was for anything but house work at this point), he was getting confident in his ability to pinpoint the exact emotion that Corra was feeling at any time. 


But this one threw him for a loop. It wasn't that he had just believed that she never got sad. It was more that he never expected her to, no, he never wanted her to feel that way - whatever that meant in the grand scheme of things. 


"Your windows." He nodded towards the one across from where he stood. "The locks in this place are pretty outdated so I'm working on getting those replaced.


Jake crossed the room, mumbling an apology as he stepped in front of her T.V. and gave the old window a sturdy once over, checking for any other areas that might need further attention other than just the lock. 


"You, uh- What is it that you're watching?" he finally asked, casting a small glance over at Corra as he pulled a screwdriver out of a loop on his belt and starting the struggle of getting the rusted screws out of the old lock. 

#4 Corra Edison

Corra Edison

Posted 30 August 2016 - 08:01 PM

She'd have to turn it off. There was no way she could continue on into the next episode, knowing what was waiting for her just around the corner. She'd seen this one before, experienced the terrible emotions that came with it, yet here she was subjecting herself to it all over again. Dealing with the emotional breakdown of this shit with Jake around was simply not an option, if only because it was never an option. Certainly she'd watched sad things with her friends before, in which case she cried like a damn child, but he hadn't asked for it. He just wanted to repair her window, kind as always.


So she pressed pause on the thing, redirecting her attention to him even if her mind was still partially attached to the story she'd been digesting. As such her smiles were a little less bright, her eyes still red from crying, but she really believed she was pulling it off just fine. "It's um-- it's just an anime. It's called Wolf's Rain." For some reason chattering the title off made her voice break the slightest bit, as if it hurt just to say it.


Might as well own up to it.


"It's really sad, but it has a really good and meaningful ending." Sometimes remembering that made the struggle easier, but not on this particular day. It'd been so long since she watched it again that all of that hurt felt fresh, raw. "It's one of my very favorites. I watch it all the time even if it's um-- sad."


Did she like the feeling of being sad? Sometimes it was therapeutic. Her tendency to bottle everything in was unhealthy, and oftentimes inducing crying in a normal way, with television or movies or the like, allowed her to shed tears for everything she'd been feeling at the time. Like a pressure valve. It probably contradicted her character to love sad things, but there she was. "Do you ever watch sad things?" She asked, curious, head cocking as she watched him work on the window.

#5 Jacob Raynor

Jacob Raynor

Posted 31 August 2016 - 12:14 AM

She kept surprising him. 


It took some prying but Jake was able to get the old lock off the top of the window pane. It wasn't that old and in fact just probably needed to be oiled and cleaned to work properly again, but Jake shoved it into an empty pocket on his belt along with the screws. "So, sad is a good thing?" Jake clarified as he pulled out the new lock from another one of his belt pockets - it was a shining piece of silver compared to the dull one that used to have it's place. 


He turned the lock over in his fingers a few times, leaning against the wall as he contemplated her question. Does he ever watch sad things? Jake wasn't an empathetic type of person like she was. Sure, he cared for people he knew and grew close to, that much was evident in his decision to live in a shed on his friend's property and spend his days fixing up a house that he had no claims on. Yet, would anyone go far enough to call Jake anything other than stoic and hardworking? Did he have any reason to care about what people thought of him? 


"I think - I mean anything can be sad, depending on how you look at it." Jake was well aware at how pretentious that sounded, almost like something that he had pulled out of a philosophy book and adapted to his own words. They were telling words though, a statement stuck in the grey area of the conversation. Jake was always in the grey area - the inbetween. Not really friends with anyone but not entirely a stranger. Not really talkative but not standoffish either. Something that didn't commit to the idea of something being 100% positive or negative. He was the Switzerland of people. "But to answer your question without sounding like a jerk, I haven't really watched many things." 


Jake grew quiet as he finally stopped fiddling with the lock between his fingers and started to place it onto the window pane. A moment passed as he carefully made sure the angles were right. "I cry at Remember the Titans." he finally admitted with an amused smile as he secured the lock with new screws. 

#6 Corra Edison

Corra Edison

Posted 31 August 2016 - 03:00 AM

Was sad a good thing? His question had her visibly considering that statement, her eyes staring past him and through the window for a second as her brow furrowed. No. Sad wasn't a good thing. At least not in her own issues. Rarely did she allow herself to show any semblance of negativity in her daily life. In fact she had a tendency to repress anything akin to sadness, anything that could drag her down, yet here she was digesting sadness and sorrow in all its glory on a television. It didn't make a lot of sense, did it?


Perhaps it had something to do with being an objective viewer rather than an active participant. A story like this could reach down to the depths of her heart and brew the strongest of emotions. A story of her friend's could do the same-- sob stories never failed to make her... well, sob. She felt empathy and compassion all the way to her core, dictating the very way she saw the world she lived in. Some often considered her a healing presence, the sort of person who seemed so childish yet was oddly maternal and wise underneath all of that. Yet when it came to her own sadness she couldn't open up. It would only burden others, she knew.


So she buried it. Perhaps that was part of why such a program was cathartic. With that in mind she shrugged her shoulders, her eyes turning back to Jake. "Yeah, I guess it can be a good thing. If it has payoff." She glanced back to the paused television, remembering how everything that was sad had purpose in that show. Oftentimes she felt as though her sadness had no purpose. As if it merely occupied her for no reason some days, eating away at her motivation. 


Fortunately she had his conversation to distract her from going too far down that path. She smiled, curious, as she adjusted so that she could see him better. "Really? You don't watch many things? I actually don't know if I've seen Remember the Titans. Is that the one-- is that one of those sports movies, maybe? That isn't a war movie or something, is it?" If she'd seen it, she'd know-- she could recite character names years after she'd seen something, as well as their deepest emotional plots. Needless to say, she became overly invested in things.

#7 Jacob Raynor

Jacob Raynor

Posted 12 September 2016 - 10:08 PM

Jake was aware that his view on emotions, on life, were different than those of most people. Most people sought after happiness for the entirety of their lives, trying things new and old in order to feel that uplifting feeling. It was something that he found himself interested in watching whenever he had free moments around the B&B. It didn't take long for him to profile each of them. One of the house guests was most content when he had his pet birds chirping on his shoulder. Another, the blind one, liked to hear other people laugh and explain the world around them to get his piece. The woman, Cecilia, who cooked most of the meals in the house always seemed to smile widest when she was in the kitchen.


Then there was Corra. Jake admittedly found himself watching her the most - never going out of his way to watch her, but instead just seeming to cross paths with her more often than the others. It helped that the shed that he had turned into his living quarters was right outside of her window. He never invaded her privacy, never looked when he was sure she wouldn't have felt comfortable with him looking. There were days when she would open the window and sit next to it and those were the days that he would enjoy doing yard work the most. Sometimes they would have a small, passing conversation as he picked at the weeds and vines growing up over the side of the house. Other times, he would bring his wood working bench out between the two buildings and they would share a few words between the tedious work of sawing down and sanding some of the two by fours that he was replacing around the house. Corra was the person that always seemed happiest when she was talking to someone else and while Jake has never had the best way with words, a part of him was drawn to oblige her.  


"Life would be very unfulfilling if you weren't sad every now and then." Slowly, his view about her began to shift as he took in the sight of her red rimmed eyes, the ones that kept glancing at the tv screen. He had her pegged as an optimist - and maybe that was still true - but there was something about her that was only now becoming known to him. Maybe she felt the same loneliness that he did. Maybe she also shared the deep rooted sadness that he had already accepted and come to terms with for himself. Maybe Corra was much more complex than he had given her credit for. 


"It's a football movie -" Jake tested out the lock and few times and give the window pane a firm push to make sure it didn't rattle at any point. "- but the focus is more on the friendships."


He leaned against the wall next to the window, not yet moving onto the next task that he had given as a reason to being in her room. Jake let his eyes settle on the screen of the tv, his thoughts wondering. "Is that your favorite movie?"

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