{CO} When The Soul Needs Fresh Air

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

After hanging out with Tim at the cookout earlier in the day, she wanted to wait a bit later until trying to get Jack out of his room and out into some fresh air. He needed it, even if he didn't think he did, he did. She didn't think it was good for him to stay in his room day in and day out unless it consisted of doctor visits or leaving for treatments. That and she simply wanted more personal time with him, even if it was in public.

The African student still had on what she wore earlier in the day, but this time she walked towards the smell of the continuous grilling and the voices of everyone else while holding onto a certain someone's hand. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but ever since they freely told the other the L word, Oneyka felt a bit more comfortable with being more openly affectionate towards Jack. Though, it was just a bit harder now, with him being sick and all. But even something as simple as holding hands made it all worthwhile.

Not to mention she wa also holding his hand so he couldn't ditch her to go back to his room. She had this weird feeling he'd try it.

"See? Now isn't being out here way better than being in that stuffy room of yours?" Asking as her brown eyes looked up at him with a soft smile.

[Jack McCarthy]

There was something almost freeing about the whole big C thing -As Jack had come to refer to it. he wouldn't call it the full name. He didn't want to dignify it with referencing to it by it's full name) He probably would have gone insane if he didn't tell anyone but there was a part of him that was worried that Onnie would run, and leave him, which she had every right to do, she deserved better. Jack didn't really think what this was doing to him. But this was unfair to Onnie. In every single sense of the word. God knows what she did when Jack back was turned...but she's been far too brave for words and it was awe inspiring to see how strong she was in the face of it.

Jack wasn't exactly taking the whole C word thing well, despite Onnie's efforts. Jack wasn't dealing with it that well...he spend most of his days wallowing in his room trying to come to terms with himself and he felt more comfortable just being away from people...but Onnie...Onnie had other plans...

Jack winced as the sun hit his face for the first time in what seemed like a thousand years holding his free hand up against the sun in order to make the glare less harsh "Was the sun always this...bright?"

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Onnie's free hand moved to her braids, trying to loosen the bun just a bit. While it did hurt, having braids had been a lifesaver since she could remember. It meant she didn't have to deal with her hair as much... but a shapeshifter that was never the real issue, now was it? Doing stuff like trying to get her hair in braids for eight hours straight kind of took her mind on things, even if it was for a split second. Jack's cancer knocked on her heart almost every second of the day and because of it, she tried to make the both of them feel better by doing things.

Like having to go to a mandatory cookout for instance.

Even though she still did, she just didn't want to cry or be stressed out. She didn't want either of them to, she just wanted Jack to be happy. Because well, tomorrow was never really promised, now was it?

A slight sheepish smile appeared, "Maybe we should've gotten you sunglasses before you left? Had you left your room a bit more, like I advised you to when I said you needed more fresh air, your eyes wouldn't feel as vulnerable as they do n-" Onnie couldn't help but to turn into the mothering type when it came to him, even now more than ever. She often found herself babying him. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?" She stopped, sighing. "Sorry."

As they neared almost all of the students and staff around, she glanced around before looking back towards Jack. "Did you want to grab food first? I arrived earlier to check the "scene" out and I was told they'd be grilling a lot all day." She asked, not really sure how to go about it. Oneyka had been so used to spending her time with Jack alone as of recent, she didn't know how he'd take openly being around so many people.

[Jack McCarthy]

Urg. Hair. He was going to lose his hair wasn't he soon? He didn't know the process it'll be. If it'll happen after his first session and just fall out in massive chunks or will it just be a graudual process. Should he just shave it off now? Get it over with? Would Onnie even want to be anywhere near him once he was bald?

Nope. Nope. Nope. Stop thinking about it, you're just going to drive yourself crazy. Enjoy the day.

Jack enjoyed being near Onnie so much, she was his rock. Now. and forever, espeically in these crappy times. He just wanted to cling to her, like her own personaly human backpack. He barely let her out of her sight ever since he got it out in the open because...he was kind of reling on her and yes he knew he shouldn't. He knew that it put far too much pressure on her, but it didn't stop Jack from doing so....He'll make it up to her....someday....

"Yeah, my eyes aren't exactly my pressing concern right about now..." Jack muttered "Right, right. Sorry. I said I wouldn't mention it" He said wishing that he could take back his words he would.

Onnie was more or less talking to thin air at this point the moment Jack smelled food he made a beeline for it. This was a side effect of Jack's condition, in recent days he's found himself totally and utterly famished at the best of times and this was no different, "MOVE" He screamed once he made his way to the food table making a clear path between him and the food, already setting to work with it