|Jia Li Adlar (leaves_of_ash) wrote in manchester_rpg,|
@ 2010-08-02 15:56:00
|Entry tags:||jack, jia li, kaydence|
Monday, August 2nd, 2010
Who: Jack Daniels, Jia Li Adlar, and Kaydence Tydler
What: Checking up on Jack
When: Monday, August 2nd, 2010; 1pm
Where: Starting at Jia Li’s Dorm then Moving to Jack’s
The weekend had been okay after the event of Friday had concluded. Jia Li had still been shaken by what had happened, but after Jack had walked away from her on Friday night, she’d gone straight to her father’s. She had just wanted to get there, so stopping to change her clothes hadn’t really been an option. What if someone had seen her and had jumped her again? That wasn’t a risk she had been willing to take.
Of course, once she had made it to her father’s home, she had tried incredibly hard to stay quiet and to sneak upstairs to the bathroom in order to change and clean herself before he saw her. That hadn’t really worked as she’d planned. He had heard the door opening, and he’d come into the entryway to greet her.
Lieven’s greeting to his daughter had died on his lips when he’d seen the blood that had soaked and had dried into her clothing and onto her skin. “What happened!” He had asked. His eyes had been terrified, and she had suspected that the oddly calm look on her face had disturbed him.
Jia Li loved her father, so she had told him everything, including her having gone back to help Jack only to have found him lying in a pool of blood. He hadn’t been dead, thank goodness, and the dryad had told her father how Jack had chastised her for having returned.
To her surprise, her father had agreed with Jack’s reprimand, but he was considerably gentler about it. The dryad knew her father and Jack had both been right, but at the time, she hadn’t been running on logic. She’d been running on adrenaline and on fear. Lieven claimed he understood that she would have wanted to help him, but she should have gone somewhere to call the police rather than go back to him. After all, the police may have been made of humans, but they would have stopped the violence that had happened.
The rest of the weekend had gone mostly smoothly. A lot of people asked about the wound on her face which couldn’t be covered up by make-up. The bruise had been ugly, and the cut that had been made by one of the guy’s rings had been deeper than she had first realized. It would take a while to heal, but thankfully it would heal okay. She didn’t think it would scar.
She had given a very limited summary on how she’d gotten her wounds – and it had turned out that she had some incredibly nasty bruises on the back of her shoulder, leg, and side, and while she had been really sore from what had happened, she hadn’t allowed it to hinder her working her shifts over the weekend at the Dryad Tree Reserve.
Instead of traveling back to campus on Sunday night, she’d decided to go back early on Monday morning.
Jia Li didn’t meet with any resistance when she traveled back to Alden, and it was definitely a relief. When she got back to her dorm, was grateful she didn’t see Alissa. That meant she would be able to have a bit of relief from the elf’s questions and concerns about what had happened to the dryad’s face. The bruise had healed a little, and now it was just purple and red-ish around the scab which gradated into a greenish-yellow around the edges. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the other bruises on her body, but it was the only one she couldn’t cover up with clothing.
After a shower, the dryad dressed, and she was in the process of assessing whether or not she could use some foundation to cover her facial bruise as much as possible without overdoing it when she heard a knock at her door. Alissa wasn’t there, so Jia Li would have to answer it. Her heart thudded in her chest. Please, let it be for her and not for me… She thought to herself. It would be easier to get away with not talking about what had happened if it was for the elf.
However, when she opened the door, she saw Kay’s smiling face. Jia Li reciprocated the smile. She really liked the siren, after all. “Hey, Kay.” The dryad said brightly, hoping against hope that the bruise would be overlooked.