entrancelogs | we laughed at the darkness (OTA)

Who: Jane Doe, you
Where: various
When: through the month of December
Rating: PG-PG-13 possibly
Summary: Jane hasn't left her room since she got back. Very short network post included.
Note: She may seem antisocial but she's not. New CR may take her mind off of things, and close CR might get to hear the whole story.
The Story:

[ On Monday morning, there is a short, to the point text post that goes out: ]

The tattoo parlor is closed until further notice. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[ Once that's done, Jane has to decide if she actually wants to leave the room. She hasn't since their rooms changed back after the last event, she's just moved from living room to bedroom, alternating. She can deal with everything that happened, the bounty on her head, leaving Kurt for two years to keep him and his daughter safe. What she hasn't been able to cope with well at all has been knowing that she had a daughter eighteen years ago. Jane was a teenager, but she can't remember it. She can't remember being pregnant or giving birth. Cant remember holding her daughter or memorizing her face.

All Jane knows is that she hadn't wanted to give up her child if the intel she has is to be trusted. Which means Shepherd forced Jane - then Remi - to give up her infant. But the real problem is, can she trust anything? Can she trust a man who was a master forger, someone who worked for her mother and was in her pocket? How can she know her brother isn't manipulating her, trying to make her feel something that isn't real?

How could she forget something as intimate as her child growing inside of her?

Kurt's trying to help, he's trying to soothe, but it can feel suffocating and like it's just too much at times. She knows he means well, but there are times she has to get out of the room. He can't help her, not with this, so she does begin to leave the room periodically. She goes to the bar that's quietest, not the one run by Lucifer, and not the one Sarah works at, and nurses bourbon for hours. Some days, Jane sits on the beach for long periods of time, even with the chill in the air wearing only a hoodie and pants, arms wrapped around her knees, holding herself. She doesn't feel like sparring or sketching, so wherever she goes, she's simply, quiet. The library helps with that too, to sit and be still, not even necessarily doing anything important. She can wander there and look at interesting things, let something else occupy her mind for a while.

There is one night, late, that she goes to the roof and sits, and cries. Nothing loud, nothing gut-wrenching. Just quiet tears of grief and anger, of not knowing what to believe. Of knowing once again, her life has been violated and it's either the truth or a sick mind game her brother is playing.

Eventually, though, she always goes home to Kurt, quietly slipping into bed whether it's a normal time for sleeping or not. ]

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Now that's a sentiment I can understand.

[Joke or not, it was something that Seth could relate to with all he's been through - Wonderland or otherwise.

He sent directions based on how to get their from the main door. They lead out into woods though not too far, not far enough to harm anyone going there.]

I can leave the launcher at the mouth of the caves, or can meet you somewhere. No requirement to deal with people though if you're not up for it.

Edited 2017-12-09 02:39 (UTC)

I don't mind the person providing the heavy duty artillery hanging out as long as we don't have to talk about my feelings.

why would anyone ever want to do that? Seriously, too much of that around here as it is. I'll see you there.

[ When Jane shows up, she's in clothes that cover most of her tattoos, boots and a winter hat, but she's damned ready to be destructive and get some of this anger and pain out of her system. Approaching him, she matches the name from her device and assumes no one else is going to be out here with weaponry like this. ]

Seth. Nice to meet you in person.

[Seth is certainly not dressed for blowing things up. Not wearing a tailored midnight black suit with snowy white shirt and softly polished shoes. The manner of dress of his previous life has yet to wear off, and he refuses to let it go.

Of course, he has a sack next to him that will clank when moved and there's a rocket launcher he's leaning nonchalantly against as if it were a cane.]

Pleasure's all mine, and I mean that. I know it never lasts but blowing up bits of this place is one of my joys these days.

I'm pretty certain I've used one. Probably. At some point. I won't really know until my hands are on it.

[ She knows that's a weird thing to say, but she looks eagerly at it and has no comment on what he's wearing. If he wants to dress to impress, it's probably not to impress her. ]

Okay then. I don't even know what to say to that but sure.

[Grinning, fairly amused as he picked up the launcher and gives it a twirl so that it's face business end at him as if handing her any other weapon.]

If you haven't, they're fairly user friendly. Not like grenades, but not bad.

[ As soon as Jane takes it, she weighs it in her hands, and then, like someone trained, she starts taking it apart to check the ammo inside before standing herself in the direction she's going to shoot. ]

Ready? Because I have some things to work out.

Well, see you've done that before. Good. Less likely to shoot yourself.

[Sounding amused as he hefted the bag.]

I've got plugs if you care about your hearing. Which you should but for all we know none of that follows you back.

I'll take the plugs.

[ She knows she should, so once he gives them to her, she puts them in. ]

Here we go. Time to blow shit up.

That's a new thought though. We come back from the dead, but if someone went blind here, or lost a limb, I wonder if we'd take that back with us.

[He offers her a grin though as he turns over the plugs.]

Try to not lose a limb.

[Saying it a bit louder as he puts in his own plugs and moves to step behind her and to one side. A few steps back.]

[ As Jane puts in the plugs she contemplates his question. ]

Be pretty hard to explain a missing part when we can't even remember this place when we leave.

[ Which isn't to say they wouldn't go home missing a limb or something but how would you even explain it to people? But she keeps it in mind, no losing anything today. When she fires, it's with pretty good control, someone who has definitely done this before. It's so damn satisfying, especially the echo, and she lowers the weapon, turning her head to grin at Seth. ]

You were right, this is great.

we laughed at the darkness (OTA)

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