on the way to the haunted house

who: cheyenne and jack
where: the streets
when: noonish

Cheyenne had left a note for Veronica at the house, that was short and sweet. It read:
'Ronnie! Went to check on Glitch, talk to you soon!
kisses! ♥ cheyenne
'

She didn't want to run out on the girl when she'd just got in, and she knew they needed to talk too, but she'd seen Ronnie, seen she was all whole, in one piece and everything, and she needed to go check Glitch out to be sure of the same. Which meant she had on her sunglasses again, she was all bundled up nice...with the big black umbrella. She looked like a very silly vampire. Or something. She didn't know. But she couldn't help it. She was also determined to try and get to the house without bailing, or trying to duck into the nearest car. Which...was proving difficult, really. And in fact, as she walked along, she needed to take a second to huddle in a empty house's porch, needing the little roof over her head, and she stood there shivering for a long moment, counting to ten, trying to tell herself it was fine, the big bad wide open world was just the same as it had always bloody well been, it wasn't any different, and couldn't hurt her.

That was just easier to say than accept in a state where one wanted to hyperventilate.

 - .

Jack had been getting a little twitchy. He had left the house soon after breakfast (he'd washed up to avoid arguments, because he probably wasn't the most popular person in the world right about now) and just started wandering, making his way over to the bar. Which was -still- boarded up, which annoyed him to no end. He wasn't sure why it was so irritating, but it'd been good therapy, ripping at the boards.

He'd gotten bored of that though (and bored of not getting anywhere) so he'd decided to just wander, hands jammed in his pockets. He figured he'd come up to someone he knew at some point, and didn't expect to see someone huddled with an umbrella on the porch of one of the boarded houses.

Well, it was more interesting than wandering around by himself. Clearing his throat Jack wandered over, scratching the back of his head and smiling slightly. "Hello?"

 - .

There was a little yelp as Cheyenne was brought out of her little personal mantra, and she looked over at Jack, suddenly giving a nervous trill of laughter. "Oh god you scared the hell out of me!" she said. "Hello! I--um..." she started, not even sure how to explain herself at the moment.

 - .

Jack was just as surprised when she jumped, holding up his hands to show that he wasn't about to attack her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if you were alright. Y'can't be too careful in this place." With the way Penny had just disappeared, he was a little wary of seeing people out by themselves. And he wasn't about to admit it, but he was keeping an eye out for her, too. Smiling, he tried to make himself look a little less threatening. She DID have an umbrella, after all.

 - .

"God, sorry, I didn't mean to be jumpy at you either." Cheyenne apologized. "I'm kinda...I don't really like being...um...outside." she admitted, wincing a bit. She tried to stand up, but it was taking her a while. Mostly because it made her feel more exposed again. "I'm okay, I just...yeah. Agoraphobic." she said. "Afraid of wide open spaces? I never used to be. I'm Cheyenne..." she introduced, holding out her free hand towards him, even if she still clutched her umbrella tight with the other.

 - .

It seemed that every time he went out or saw someone, they came along with a boatload of issues. He managed to internalise his sigh, smiling instead and shaking her hand, making sure that he kept his other hand free of her body. He didn't want her to think he was attacking her or something, because that could be bad, and he'd already been checked by a girl at least once before.

"I think a lot of people here are things they didn't used to be. I'm Jack. Nice to meet you Cheyenne."

And wow, did she look familiar. He'd ask if they'd met before but that'd be a bit -too- cheesy.

Although what he was about to say wasn't much better. "So what's a nice girl like you doing out here by yourself?"

 - .

When he got to the name part, Cheyenne lit up. "Jack?" she asked, standing fully now properly, with a bit of a bounce. Then she hugged him. It was an abrupt thing, and she kept her umbrella over both of their heads, but she did hug! "Jack-sweetie-from-the-journals?" she asked, after the fact, letting go and beaming up at him. "I'd wanted to meet you!" Then she caught up with how he'd asked her a question. "Oh and y'know...just kinda...I was going for a walk to go visit another girl from my experiment. I just needed a little break from all that sky." she admitted sheepishly.

 - .

And then she was hugging him. His arms flailed for a moment as he looked down at her in slight alarm before just laughing, a little nervous but mostly pleased. She seemed nice at least, and he was rather glad that she hadn't flipped out on him.

"Oh, right, I remember now. You're the thread-jacker." He said, a light, teasing tone to his voice. At least she seemed less likely to want to brain him with her umbrella.

"Did you need an escort, then? I'm just sort of wandering about aimlessly, so."

 - .

She grinned at him. "Guilty as charged." she said. "Sorry about that. I just get...well, it was nice to talk to people again, even if it was just over the journals." she admitted. "And would you?" she asked, blinking. "I...I don't want to impose or anything..." she added, wincing faintly. But it was obvious that the idea was something she wanted to jump at.

 - .

Smiling at her, Jack shrugged, nodding and scratching the back of his head. It was rare lately that he'd meet someone who seemed to be genuinely happy with his company, and especially not someone so excitable. He felt a little guilty, because he wanted to go find Bethany again at some point but he didn't really have anything else to do. And it was -not- avoidance behaviour. It totally wasn't. He was completely in control of his own feelings.

"Sure, why not? Do you have a vauge idea of where you're heading?"

 - .

"um...that way?" she suggested. "It said the vicarage. With the church or something. I looked on the map on the computers, I figured the town wasn't big enough to get that lost in, but...well it doesn't help when I'm kinda panicky the whole time." Cheyenne admitted. She took his arm. "I'm sorry if I hold on really tight. Just kinda tell me to stop and I'll try to ease up." she promised. "I never used to be like this, but then was trapped underground for months...it's kind of altered my perception of outside. Which is stupid, but I guess that's what a phobia is all over, huh? Irrational, stupid fear you know is lame but you can't get past. Or, I'm trying to, I just don't know how well I'll do." she rambled.

 - .

That was. A whole load of information, actually. Swallowing, Jack tried to follow her conversation, but she jumped from subject to subject and it took half a second for his brain to catch up with the fact that she was using his arm as a guiding cane. Swallowing and nodding, he tried to formulate a response that wasn't "Aww, I'm so sorry." and didn't invite her to tell him her whole life story. Patting her hand, he shrugged, smiling at her.

"If it's near the church I think I know where we're supposed to go. And hey, phobias can be pretty sensible too. I mean, yours seems based in fact. You got outside, didn't you? That's a step forward."

He still couldn't quite place where he knew her from. From before the journals, actually. She was vaugely familiar, and it was bugging him a little.

 - .

"Yeah, it said the vicarage, but I don't actually know what that is, honestly." Cheyenne said. "But, with the church, with the cemetery, that's what I know. And thank you for the affirmation. I know it's going to take a while for me to get over this. Sorry if it's interrupting your day." she said sincerely. "So, Jack, um...talk to me?" she asked. "Or I'm going to ramble because I'm really nervous, and you probably don't want that, but if you're talking to me, then I can concentrate on what you're saying and won't think so much about everything else."

 - .

Oh. Well, what was he supposed to talk about? Swallowing, he tried to choose a subject that wasn't going to have her break down in tears around him, letting her do whatever she wanted to his arm. This was slightly awkward. He latched onto talking about something he actually -knew- something about, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Sure, alright then. Have you ever been to a bar called Holliday's, in Ohio? It's a dinky little place with the strongest alcohol I've ever had the pleasure of serving, which did one of two things. It either made people sleepy and happily stupid, or made them cranky. We used to play this game where we'd guess what kind of drunk they were going to be and whoever got the most right got an extra twenty on top of their tips. Have you ever played that game?"

 - .

She laughed lightly. "No, I've never played that. Sounds entertaining. How good were you at judging it?" she asked, apparently happy with the subject change. Really he could have started going on about absolutely anything and she would have been happy to listen. "I haven't been there though. I'm originally from New York, the state, not the city, though I was there for a while too occasionally. I'm from Amityville. And yes, I've seen the house." she added, smiling.

 - .

"I was okay at it, but my boss was the champion. He'd manage to guess which ones would be a switch or whatever halfway through their beer. It was kind of creepy." He said, smiling. It'd been a while since he'd been able to have an inane conversation. The kids in his house were nice, he supposed, but they'd formed this whole "Everyone else is an outsider" mentality that made him feel rather awkward. And there was only so many times you could check a ceiling for rot.

"Wait, -that- house? That's pretty cool.I drove past there though once or twice. I never did have time to stop and have a look. What's it like?"