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Post by jez on Apr 9, 2011 22:21:42 GMT -5
Jezebel Reed scowled at the screen in front of her, chewing her lower lip in frustration as she brushed a loose lock of teal hair behind her ear. What was wrong with her today? Could she get writer's block at a more inconvenient moment? She had everything she needed before her: her notebook, flash cards filled front-to-back with different plot ideas and characterization techniques, pens and pencils galore, and a computer with her favorite word processor and internet access for any and every research use. This was a writer's dream come true; she had all the tools she needed in front of her. She just couldn't get the words right when she tried to type it down.
Growling in annoyance at her subconscious, Jez logged off of the computer, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. Perhaps it was because nothing particularly bad had happened to her today. Clair and her possy hadn't harassed her yet, something she didn't know whether to consider a blessing or a curse in disguise. Her father hadn't been awake and stumbling toward the liquor cabinet this morning, so she didn't have that image in her head to ponder over. No one had disturbed her bubble today, not even Anabelle, and she had barely given her estranged mother a thought. All in all, it was a pretty good day.
And didn't that just piss her off even more.
She could never write when she was content; she always wrote her best when she was trying to escape something. Today, she had nothing to escape from, nothing that made her want to retreat from the rest of the world and hide in her own. Normally, there was at least something that made her want to ignore everyone else and simply sink into the literary world. Today? There was nothing.
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Post by JENNIE DANIEL MCDAWSON on Apr 11, 2011 19:46:12 GMT -5
 THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO[/color][/font] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/color][/font] 'CAUSE I SAID MAYBE, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME. AND AFTER ALL, YOU'RE MY WONDERWALL.[/color][/font][/center]
The girl walked into the library and sat herself down in front of a computer screen. She looked to her left, then to her right. One girl was sitting next to her, Blue hair. And people bitch at her for changing wig colors? Geeze. Not even fair. Jennie's large head phones played The Salad, a punk rock band from Canada. She wore the headphones around her neck and clicked to the internet. Jennie doesn't have internet at home, so getting a chance to use a computer, awesome. For a bit the girl was checking her email, writing home, and to her doctors, asking for her files to be sent to the hospital here.
The girl looked at the one next to her. "Hi" She said, the girl looked rather upset. That isn't good.
Jennie smiled and offered her hand "My name is Jennie..I'm kinda new.. like I've been here since the start of the year" She said and looked at her "I love your hair"She added and touched her own wig, it was one of her top favorite wigs. Who couldn't love a good wig? Jennie blushed "Sorry, I ramble" She added and looked at the girl again.
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WORDS! LOTS. I DON'T COUNT. // OUTFIT! C L I C K // TAG! JEZEBEL BBY // CREDIT! BELLA DOESN'T OWN A SWAN ? @ CAUTION, BBY. [/SIZE][/color][/font] |
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Post by jez on Apr 11, 2011 21:03:54 GMT -5
"Hi."
Jezebel started at the sound of another person acknowledging her. Brow furrowed, she turned her head towards the girl that had greeted her. Her hair was a bit slanted, as though in need of a good tug to make it look normal again, and she had a slightly masculine face, the nose a bit wider and eyebrows a bit bushier than a normal female's. She merely shrugged it off; she'd seen several girls that reminded her more of Hulk Hogan than Malibu Barbie, and she wasn't one to judge based on appearances. At the sight of the girl's hand, Jez took it in a firm grip. "My name is Jennie..I'm kinda new.. like I've been here since the start of the year," the girl said. Jez nodded in reply, "Jezebel," she replied, "Nice to meet you." She knew she was probably being overly formal with Jennie, but in all honesty, that was simply the way she was with everyone, excluding Claire and her possy. Those girls were on her shit list, so she didn't hesitate to throw them a nice pair of turtle doves, if you know what she meant.
Jez was pulled out of her reverie by a quiet voice commenting about her hair, and she turned her attention back to Jennie, unconsciously brushing back a strand of hair that had escaped her bun. "Uh - thanks?" She said, nodding at the girl and her wig, "I like yours, too. I'm guessing you're dealing with the big C?" Jez couldn't hide the amused smirk Jennie's blush had produced. She certainly didn't seem to be the social type. Just her kind of company. "Sorry, I ramble" the girl said. Jez simply smirked and replied, "Don't we all at some point or another in our lives?" |
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Post by JENNIE DANIEL MCDAWSON on Apr 11, 2011 21:19:13 GMT -5
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY TO [/color][/font] YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW. [/color][/font] 'CAUSE I SAID MAYBE, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME. AND AFTER ALL, YOU'RE MY WONDERWALL.[/color][/font][/center]
Jennie watched her and smiled. She watched the girls look at her and squirmed and looked at her screen. Some pointless game was on her screen. Her eyes went back to Jezebel. Cute name. "Nice to meet you too" She said and took her hand back after a good shake. No reason to make it awkward. Jennie went back to her screen for a second, and shut the game. It was hard and pointless, she should be wasting her time on doctor sites, not online games.
She looked back at Jezebel "No problem, Jezebel" She said and touched her hair, wanting to make sure it was still there. She looked at Jezebel and laughed "The Big C?"She asked, and shook her head "No, it's nothing like that. I don't have cancer" She said and chewed her lip "My hair got cut too short this summer, and isn't growing back. I hate short hair, I look just like a guy"She added with a spacey laugh.
She looked away, her eyes always gave her away. She was a horrid lair, Jennie smiled "Yea, true"She added and went to Google. Might as well start the searching now. She needed a good doctor. Someone that wouldn't question too much about her home life, but would accept the files from Boston. Who to get. Who to get, she wondered.
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