☆ Jane Maxwell ☆ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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vatheon2012-01-20 03:03 am
disastergirl) wrote in vatheon2012-01-20 03:03 am
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Who: Jane and a swiss cheese-like tree you!
Where: Forest
When: After Carol's post on the network
Style: Either, but I will probably switch to action. /)_(\
Status: Open
'Carol'. That was the only thing she remembered from when she was kidnapped, so seeing a suspicious person with the same name on the network was enough to make her blood boil. Despite what she had said to Rue, she was having trouble following her own advice and trying to not dwell on that whole ordeal.
She should have been stronger.
She shouldn't have needed to rely on someone else to help her.
She shouldn't have gotten into that situation in the first place.
Those thoughts, along with many others, had been ever-present in her mind for quite some time, and that post in the network had kicked them into overdrive. The kidnapping was unforgivable, there was no getting around that, but she was almost as angry at herself for it despite the flawed logic behind those feelings. And when Jane was angry, trouble was sure to follow.
She had stormed out of her apartment with her ARM in hand, and in her hurry to reach the forest as soon as possible, she was barging past anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. Any 'excuse me's or 'sorry's were out of the question as well.
Once she reached her destination deep in the forest, she immediately opened fire on a tree. However, the strangest part was the rate of fire; it was much too fast for a revolver. It was more on par with a machine gun, but not quite. Of course, that also meant she was going through her loaded bullets very quickly, but a pre-prepared speedloader took care of that. And another. And another. And still another until her pockets were empty and the discarded speedloaders were scattered on the ground.
Jane frowned at the tree with a weary look on her face. Syncing with her ARM usually took a trivial amount of energy, but it wasn't quite so simple this time. In the end she just scooped up her empty speedloaders and plopped down on the ground with her head resting on her hugged knees.
She wanted to feel better. Why didn't she feel better?
Where: Forest
When: After Carol's post on the network
Style: Either, but I will probably switch to action. /)_(\
Status: Open
'Carol'. That was the only thing she remembered from when she was kidnapped, so seeing a suspicious person with the same name on the network was enough to make her blood boil. Despite what she had said to Rue, she was having trouble following her own advice and trying to not dwell on that whole ordeal.
She should have been stronger.
She shouldn't have needed to rely on someone else to help her.
She shouldn't have gotten into that situation in the first place.
Those thoughts, along with many others, had been ever-present in her mind for quite some time, and that post in the network had kicked them into overdrive. The kidnapping was unforgivable, there was no getting around that, but she was almost as angry at herself for it despite the flawed logic behind those feelings. And when Jane was angry, trouble was sure to follow.
She had stormed out of her apartment with her ARM in hand, and in her hurry to reach the forest as soon as possible, she was barging past anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. Any 'excuse me's or 'sorry's were out of the question as well.
Once she reached her destination deep in the forest, she immediately opened fire on a tree. However, the strangest part was the rate of fire; it was much too fast for a revolver. It was more on par with a machine gun, but not quite. Of course, that also meant she was going through her loaded bullets very quickly, but a pre-prepared speedloader took care of that. And another. And another. And still another until her pockets were empty and the discarded speedloaders were scattered on the ground.
Jane frowned at the tree with a weary look on her face. Syncing with her ARM usually took a trivial amount of energy, but it wasn't quite so simple this time. In the end she just scooped up her empty speedloaders and plopped down on the ground with her head resting on her hugged knees.
She wanted to feel better. Why didn't she feel better?
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Me, too. It's nicer than expected to have the option...I suppose something good came out of building that elevator after all.