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entrancelogs2016-05-30 07:27 am
endingpoint) wrote in entrancelogs2016-05-30 07:27 am
love is not a victory march
Who: Jane Doe and OPEN
Where: Mansion grounds, around the mansion
When: May 30
Rating: PG, but could go up, will edit if needed
Summary: Jane arrives in Wonderland. SPOILERS FOR THE BLINDSPOT SEASON 1 FINALE.
The Story:
on the mansion grounds
[If Taylor Shaw is dead, then who the hell are you?
That's the problem; Jane has no idea now. She thought, all along, that she was giving peace and hope to a family that so badly needed it, but then Oscar confessed, blood samples were swapped, and Kurt's father confessed too, to a little girl buried with her doll because she was too afraid to go through life without it. Everything, what happened to Mayfair, what this revelation is doing to Kurt, is breaking her, so when he arrests her she doesn't fight it. She's broken and bruised from fighting Oscar, her face a story in different shades of black and red, her torso aching, but she sinks down, hands at the back of her head, shaking, even as she's cuffed.
She deserves this. She's earned this. Closing her eyes, she waits for what's next, head bowed.
And then...there's a breeze?
Opening her eyes again, she blinks to realize she's outside, not at all in New York, in someplace completely different, but she has no idea how or where. Too shocked to move for a moment as she faces a mansion, she looks around for a few moments, swallowing hard. Was this what happened when you wanted to escape your mind so badly? Or maybe she was restrained, sedated somewhere. Slowly, Jane gets to her feet clumsily, hands still cuffed behind her back, lip and cut at her cheekbone bleeding as she walks toward the only building there is, passing a garden on the way that she'd normally notice, but for now doesn't even see.]
inside the mansion/bar
[She's out of the cuffs, her face is cleaned up the best it can be, and now she's just in awe as she wanders. This is...this is insane, and a little has been explained to her, but she really can't believe half of what's being told to her about Wonderland and magic and too many other things to remember right now. Not necessarily wanting to be on the first floor, but not at the very top either, she goes for floor five and settles in, wetting her lips.
Then, she finds the bar by accident. She needs a shot or two, or ten, still so confused about why she's here and how. She's wearing her jacket, so all but her hand tattoos and the ones at the very top of her chest and side of her neck are visible. Is she here because someone who knows about the ink on her body got her here, somehow?
No matter the reason why, she sincerely hopes no one cares if she drinks until she can just barely make it to her room and collapses in bed.]
Where: Mansion grounds, around the mansion
When: May 30
Rating: PG, but could go up, will edit if needed
Summary: Jane arrives in Wonderland. SPOILERS FOR THE BLINDSPOT SEASON 1 FINALE.
The Story:
on the mansion grounds
[If Taylor Shaw is dead, then who the hell are you?
That's the problem; Jane has no idea now. She thought, all along, that she was giving peace and hope to a family that so badly needed it, but then Oscar confessed, blood samples were swapped, and Kurt's father confessed too, to a little girl buried with her doll because she was too afraid to go through life without it. Everything, what happened to Mayfair, what this revelation is doing to Kurt, is breaking her, so when he arrests her she doesn't fight it. She's broken and bruised from fighting Oscar, her face a story in different shades of black and red, her torso aching, but she sinks down, hands at the back of her head, shaking, even as she's cuffed.
She deserves this. She's earned this. Closing her eyes, she waits for what's next, head bowed.
And then...there's a breeze?
Opening her eyes again, she blinks to realize she's outside, not at all in New York, in someplace completely different, but she has no idea how or where. Too shocked to move for a moment as she faces a mansion, she looks around for a few moments, swallowing hard. Was this what happened when you wanted to escape your mind so badly? Or maybe she was restrained, sedated somewhere. Slowly, Jane gets to her feet clumsily, hands still cuffed behind her back, lip and cut at her cheekbone bleeding as she walks toward the only building there is, passing a garden on the way that she'd normally notice, but for now doesn't even see.]
inside the mansion/bar
[She's out of the cuffs, her face is cleaned up the best it can be, and now she's just in awe as she wanders. This is...this is insane, and a little has been explained to her, but she really can't believe half of what's being told to her about Wonderland and magic and too many other things to remember right now. Not necessarily wanting to be on the first floor, but not at the very top either, she goes for floor five and settles in, wetting her lips.
Then, she finds the bar by accident. She needs a shot or two, or ten, still so confused about why she's here and how. She's wearing her jacket, so all but her hand tattoos and the ones at the very top of her chest and side of her neck are visible. Is she here because someone who knows about the ink on her body got her here, somehow?
No matter the reason why, she sincerely hopes no one cares if she drinks until she can just barely make it to her room and collapses in bed.]
[ Action | Bar ] (plays with dates oops)
Only to stop short at the sight of the woman seated at the bar, blinking as she realizes she recognizes her. Not that they've been properly introduced, exactly, but she's heard plenty of stories from Thor. ]
...Lady Sif?
:')
No, sorry.
[Although, for all she knows, hell, maybe she is. She's not Taylor Shaw. She could be anyone right now.]
I don't think, anyway.
no subject
It has her hesitating before offering an apologetic smile. ]
I'm sorry. You look very much like someone I knew from home.
no subject
[Jane's planning on leaving it at that, but then she looks over at again, to curious not to ask.]
Is that something that happens a lot here?
no subject
I'm not sure. It might? This place plays a lot with times and alternate worlds - things that are close, but not quite the same.
[ A pause. ]
There's another me here, so I suppose anything is possible.
no subject
[Hang on, she's been drinking, she's had a really, really bad day. She needs to try and wrap her head around this.]
Do you know each other?