Shit's Getting Real, Part 2
Aug 28, 2015 15:49:53 GMT -8
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Post by J on Aug 28, 2015 15:49:53 GMT -8
Joleen sat at her new desk in her new room, staring at the Jungle.com box on her new bed. Scabbers, which is what she named the rat that Ophelia sent, was asleep in her lap. Luckily, Jim was too old to get the reference, or he would never let her hear the end of it, not after all her staunch insistence that she was not a fucking nerd like him.
But it didn't matter because tomorrow night they might both be dead. Truly dead, as she believed was the accurate term.
I will defend Jim. The promise she made to Ophelia echoed in her mind.
She placed Scabbers on the desk, much to the rat’s disgruntlement, and went over to open the box.
Joleen walked down the hall of her new home in her new emerald green bikini, determined not to feel as stupid as she probably should have. Jim and Whiskey were talking in the living room- Whiskey was leaving, but she'd be back- that's all she caught of the conversation. They fell silent when she entered. She felt his eyes on her as she continued to walk, but she did not turn to meet them. She was grateful for her inability to blush. At least he's finally learning when to keep his goddamn mouth shut.
"Don't wait up." She muttered as she slid the patio door closed behind her.
I will defend my clanmates, and anyone else in the city who stands on our side.
Joleen stood at the edge of the pool. She closed her eyes and for a moment, she was Katie again, back on the old dock in Brandy Pond, in her old emerald green bikini. She could smell the pine trees and the barbeques and the motorboat fumes. She could hear the water splashing and children laughing and screaming and dogs barking. She could feel the sunlight in her skin and the New England summer air.
She dove.
But the sweet sensation of cool water on warm skin did not come. It was lost to her forever.
After 10 minutes, or maybe an hour, she finally surfaced, unsatisfied. Her determination not to feel stupid was gone, but at least she was alone. She climbed out of the pool and walked around the house to the driveway, and then she kept walking. She walked down the street to the park, then through the park to the beach. She knew it was pointless, but she didn’t want to go back inside just to wait. She didn’t want to see Jim, she was tired of him trying to keep her safe.
I will defend The Prince.
Joleen lay on the beach and watched the sky grow slowly, slightly lighter. Her skin began to tingle. She considered that if she were to meet True Death, wouldn't it be nicer to go out watching one last sunrise than to be ripped apart by shadows?
No.
I will defend myself.
She sank into the sand and slept.
But it didn't matter because tomorrow night they might both be dead. Truly dead, as she believed was the accurate term.
I will defend Jim. The promise she made to Ophelia echoed in her mind.
She placed Scabbers on the desk, much to the rat’s disgruntlement, and went over to open the box.
Joleen walked down the hall of her new home in her new emerald green bikini, determined not to feel as stupid as she probably should have. Jim and Whiskey were talking in the living room- Whiskey was leaving, but she'd be back- that's all she caught of the conversation. They fell silent when she entered. She felt his eyes on her as she continued to walk, but she did not turn to meet them. She was grateful for her inability to blush. At least he's finally learning when to keep his goddamn mouth shut.
"Don't wait up." She muttered as she slid the patio door closed behind her.
I will defend my clanmates, and anyone else in the city who stands on our side.
Joleen stood at the edge of the pool. She closed her eyes and for a moment, she was Katie again, back on the old dock in Brandy Pond, in her old emerald green bikini. She could smell the pine trees and the barbeques and the motorboat fumes. She could hear the water splashing and children laughing and screaming and dogs barking. She could feel the sunlight in her skin and the New England summer air.
She dove.
But the sweet sensation of cool water on warm skin did not come. It was lost to her forever.
After 10 minutes, or maybe an hour, she finally surfaced, unsatisfied. Her determination not to feel stupid was gone, but at least she was alone. She climbed out of the pool and walked around the house to the driveway, and then she kept walking. She walked down the street to the park, then through the park to the beach. She knew it was pointless, but she didn’t want to go back inside just to wait. She didn’t want to see Jim, she was tired of him trying to keep her safe.
I will defend The Prince.
Joleen lay on the beach and watched the sky grow slowly, slightly lighter. Her skin began to tingle. She considered that if she were to meet True Death, wouldn't it be nicer to go out watching one last sunrise than to be ripped apart by shadows?
No.
I will defend myself.
She sank into the sand and slept.