Jayne Dough (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jayne_dough) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg,@ 2011-11-07 17:28:00 |
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What: Coming out to play again
Where: Jayne's flat (Cardiff), Hogsmeade
When: Sunday, November 2 - 7-ish AM
Jayne stood at the window, looking out on the quiet streets of Cardiff from her one-bedroom flat in Splott (not "Splow" like the real estate agents try to pronounce it in an effort to make it more appealing). It was early Sunday morning, and the sunrise had already begun making its ascent.
Another morning.
She had kept herself holed up in her flat all day yesterday, terrified that the moment she left, someone would come after her for what she had done. Or what Pandora had done. Either way, it was her body, and she would no doubt be held responsible. It had felt like a terrible hangover, but without the headache or nausea. She'd had her share of drinking binges in the past, but never before had they ended with someone's death.
She felt a pair of hands, marble-white and deceivingly delicate-looking, slide around her waist, and despite herself, she felt her body relaxing into an embrace.
"You really must stop this worrying," Pandora said, her breath flowing over Jayne's ear and making her shiver. "I took care of everything. Nobody will ever know it was us."
"But we killed someone," she said for the dozenth time since Friday night. "Not just anyone, but Harry Potter. They're not going to rest until they find out who did it."
One of the hands left her waist to take her by the chin and force her head around to face Pandora. Their eyes met, and as had become the habit in barely two days, she was immediately caught in the intensity of the woman's gaze.
"Even if they do, by the time they do, it will not matter." Pandora's smile was beautiful, but cold and deadly. Despite that, there was something, almost like affection or kindness, in there somewhere - or at least that's what Jayne felt. "My memories are my power, and the more I get back, the more of my power I will regain. Without them for too long, I'll... cease to be. But with them... nobody will ever be able to stop us."
Jayne nodded, feeling a shiver run through her, but for what exactly she wasn't sure. She knew she should be afraid of the power of this woman who had gained possession of Jayne's body, but... she wasn't, at least not anywhere near as much as she should.
"Come, you've been inside far too long. It's a lovely day, and it should be enjoyed."
Jayne nodded again, and...
...opened her eyes.