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entrancelogs2017-12-01 03:07 pm
endingpoint) wrote in entrancelogs2017-12-01 03:07 pm
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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. ]
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. ]
no worries!
[ She smiles softly, nodding in understanding. ]
It happens to the best of us. Sorry you had a witness. I know when I let a weapon get away from me I'd rather not have anyone see it.
or it went to my spam folder; gmail doesn't like you for some reason
Not unlike now, with the racket he's made. She does show him sympathy, but it's unnecessary. In fact, Rip huffs out something that might almost be considered a laugh as he glances down.]
Oh, I've had far worse happen in the presence of others before. [Certainly he's had far more embarrassing moments along the way. Still, it's kind of her to say, and Rip gives his hand one final shake before letting it fall to his side.
He's got a better chance to look at her now, and he can't help but think something off. Moreover, Rip keeps a fairly steady eye on the network--even if he doesn't respond, he does try to have a general idea of what might be going on among the captives here--including when they shut down their services for a time.]
You'll forgive me for prying, I hope, but is everything quite alright?
rude, gmail
No. I will be eventually, probably. But right now, everything is actually pretty confusing. I went home and found something out. I'm here again before I could get any real answers.
the rudest
[All too well, in fact, given that Rip's current existence within Wonderland feels not unlike a hostage situation. He'd been pulled from a point where he'd been brainwashed to actively do harm against the people closest to him--and while things have been set right within this world, at home it's not yet happened.
Similar, though not at all the same. He takes a step closer to Jane.]
Unfortunately any facts about the situation are bound to remain elusive--but there is nothing but time to try and settle your feelings about the situation. So much as you might be able, at least.
no subject
[ She smiles softly at him, gesturing toward one of the chairs. ]
Or, you can keep working on your gun, I don't mind that either.
no subject
[To that end, getting up and pacing around a bit has been good for him; his hand might be sore, but walking about as he has offers Rip's legs a chance to loosen up. In truth he's got little idea of just how long he's been out there. While Wonderland makes it rare for Rip to get lost in his work, he's managed it tonight.
It's been rather nice, in it's way.
He steps away from the chairs just long enough to gather his bag, and the few tools he'd pulled out of it. Quick and easy before returning to course.]
It can sometimes help to speak your thoughts aloud. [He offers up as he sets his toolkit down again, sparing Jane a glance.] Should you wish to.
[He needn't even offer advice, should she wish for him not to.]
no subject
There's just a lot about my life I've never considered before. Mostly because amnesia makes it hard. But there are thing that happened to me I'll never remember, people I met, thing I did. Kind of makes it difficult when you have an enemy you can't place. I know I have enemies, but I don't know who they are.