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Tweak says, "away an' bile yer heid!!"

Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-22 23:40:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 12, jenny schecter, l lawliet, location: gym

Day 12: 3PM
Who: Jenny Schecter & L Lawliet
What: First meeting
When: Day 12: 3pm
Where: The gym
Rating: TBD, PG for now
Status: Active

Jenny had her nose in the journal as she hobbled along with the makeshift crutches. She was busily scribbling as she made her way, haltingly, back to her cot. It had been a long day since the sun had come up. At least for her it had. So much had happened. So much was going to happen. There was something new happening in the journals too. Some strange person interjecting into her writing. That shouldn't have been happening, it wasn't right.

Sneaking back into the gym was a lot easier than sneaking out. All she had to do was pretend she'd gone for a short, healing walk and was just returning. Returning was always less noticeable than leaving for some reason. No one seemed to think it strange that she was coming back from somewhere unseen. Coming back meant she was going to continue the regimin set out by the doctors to help her legs heal. Why would they stop and question that?

She was so distracted that she wasn't sure where she was going until she bumped into a cot and nearly fell down onto the occupant. The makeshift crutches flew sideways and clattered to the floor beside the cot as she unceremoniously fell to the floor instead. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked the person in the cot.

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-26 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Jenny wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Not entirely. What she felt and what she knew seemed to be warring against each other. Her lack of ability to define what she felt about L now left her feeling unsettled. The fear that it would be exploited to harm them was even worse. Still, she was exhausted and in her turmoil, being close to him was the most solace she could claim right now. Wasn't it?

Her cheek rested against his arm and she could hear his heart. It was a slow, lovely sound and she wanted to join it. The peaceful, susurration of his life so close and warm. Jenny lifted her head as he seemed to drift. She wasn't sure if he was aware of her now or not as she reached into her pocket for the syringe. She made quick work of filling the syringe from the bottle of morphine. The prick of the needle was so minimal that she barely gasped. Then she thought of the reports of people who had been taken for an experiment. Someone had mentioned being underground.

She withdrew the needle before she could press the plunger. She couldn't leave them down there if she had a change to do something. With so many deaths in such a short amount of time, who knew which of those taken for experimentation would also die. If not all of them.

Brushing a kiss to L's cheek, Jenny struggled to her feet. "I'm sorry, dearest one. I have to go but I promise I will be back. And if I'm not, I am so sorry. I love you. I will find you again." Soundlessly then she turned to leave, hobbling on her makeshift crutches toward the back room where the trap door to the tunnel was secreted.

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