Jessica Moore (fieryjess) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-20 21:50:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | jessica moore, john winchester |
Jessica Rising
Who: Jessica Moore, anyone!
What: Rising from the Dead. ;)
When: Present day
Where: Lawrence, Kansas
Warnings: None yet.
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The sun was in her eyes.
Jessica raised an arm to cover her eyes against the brightness as she sat up. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking as she surveyed the land around her.
Where on earth was she?
It appeared to be a field. All around her rose broken, withered cornstalks, and dried corn husks littered the dark soil. She desperately tried to remember where she had been the night before, (and more importantly, how much she had to drink), but she could remember nothing after being at the apartment in Palo Alto that she shared with Sam, and letting Brady inside.
She stood, surprised at how wobbly her legs were, patting her pants pockets in the hope that she had stuck her cell phone there, breathing a sigh of relief as she felt the lump. She took it out of her pocket, pressed her #2 speed-dial, and waited for Sam to pick up. He'd come get her, she was sure, although he'd probably have that cute clench-jawed face of annoyance that he got sometimes when she didn't act entirely according to his expectations. She smiled softly at the thought. Sam might be a prude sometimes, but she couldn't help loving him, idiosyncrasies and all.
Jessica was caught off guard when her phone, instead of ringing, squealed a tri-tone and informed her that 'this number has been disconnected.' Huh. It was unlike Sam not to pay his bill, and she could have sworn he'd paid it just the other day, when they'd paid their rent and electric. Maybe something had happened to her phone last night. Folding it and putting it back in her pocket, she scanned the area once again, seeing what appeared to be a town maybe a mile to the southwest. Maybe there she could find a phone that worked, get hold of Sam and find out what on earth was going on.
She began walking towards the town, trying to ignore the little seeds of fear that were starting to grow inside her. Something just wasn't right about this. For one thing, it was more obvious every second that this wasn't California. And if it wasn't, that opened up a whole new series of possibilities. Had she been kidnapped? Drugged? If she had been, it was certainly the most bizarre kidnapping ever, to abandon her unharmed in a random cornfield.
It didn't take her long to reach the town, and when she saw the sign welcoming her to "Lawrence, Kansas," she stopped in her tracks. What the hell. Seriously, what the hell. If this was some kind of joke, it was certainly the most complex and bizarre practical joke she'd ever been a part of.
She saw a fast-food restaurant and stepped inside, finding the payphone and slipping a quarter into the slot, dialing Sam's number, which once more apologized to her for being disconnected. She frowned, and struggling to remember, dialed the emergency number that she'd seen on Sam's rental application, mentally thanking the powers that be for giving her a photographic memory when it came to numbers. She had no idea who it was, but if it was Sam's mysterious father or brother, maybe at least they could tell her where she was. She was, after all, seriously running out of options and starting to get more than a little freaked out.
This one, thank God, rang.