The Geranji Ships

Jiasino #2: The perfect illusion

It has been 24 hours or less since the most entertaining 'Knockout Thursday' one has encountered by the return of Tequila yet R.J's mind wandered around somewhere else.

How did Carl end up here? Is this for real?

As if reading her mind;
"Do you believe in what happened yesterday?" Vanilla's voice cut the thoughts out of R.J's mind.

Dumbfounded for a second, R.J let out a sigh of relief as Vanilla then continued, "I cannot believe that devil came here!"

And she brought him along

Deciding to check whether she was dreaming or it really happened, R.J asked Vanilla. Who was now gathering her books for geography into her favorite haute couture bag.

"Hey Vanilla, was just me who saw that.. uhh.. guy who was not a jock be able to do that throw?"

Vanilla looked up, a bit confused at first, making R.J feel a bit of relief.

Phew.. i knew it was not real.

"Of course I did! He and Tequila are supposed to be together!"

Wait WHAT?!

R.J blinked stupidly as she stared at Vanilla with blank. How could she out of all animals not know this?

"Oh... Really?"

She did not expect Carl out of everyone to have moved on.. she should not have been too excited into thinking he came for her.

Maybe he doesn't know im here.

But that day.. he SAW me.. and smiled.

R.J's mind whirled with questions as she smiled sweetly to Vanilla and waved a goodbye and moved to her geography lecture as she moved to the cafeteria for her free period.

It can't be. He couldn't have lived... And be here.

But he is here!

R.J's brain frantically thought as she walked. Beads of sweat formed on the top of her forehead and she could hear her blood pumping in her veins frantically.

And a tiny part of her brain felt electric tingles at the thought of Carl Hueffer.

The one and only Casino Casanova.

Just as how spontaneous the thought of Mr Casino came to her mind, an idea popped in as well.

If he is real... And alive. He should be having a locker as well.

Rooting back to her FBI skills, R.J took a sharp yet silent turn towards the men's locker areas.

Her ability to be stealthy and discerning earned her the beautiful rank of being the assistant for the assistant head of the FBI Intelligence department, making her the youngest, and first, female to have ever reached such feat.

The terrible chauvinist hierarchy in the military industry has always contributed to gender stereotypes and evolution, not allowing women of strength to brave for their dreams.

R.J had never let her gender control her and devoted a part of her life towards the army force.

It has always been that it is something between Vanilla and her but unknown to everyone else. The fact that now Carl knows it..

Three can keep a secret only if two of them are dead..

But in this case, only one needed to die.

Secretly slipping into the boys locker area, R.J looked around for the name list.

Upon finding it engraved onto a metal plaque beside the heavy oak doors, R.J made her way sneakily towards the door, pretending to be studying her notes. She leaned against the wall and tilted her head once in a while to check the environment.