Poise and Rationality
Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:50 pm
((Jacqueline Myrie, continued from Darken Your Clothes and Strike a Violent Pose.))
"This isn't the last you'll see of me!"
Really? That was the best she could come up with? She'd come up with something soon enough. Luck would turn in her favour and she would be able to steal a gun or some shuriken, remember/learn how to shoot/throw the things, then she'd be a force to be reckoned with. Then she'd show Reiko, and then, once she'd shown that bitch how it was done, just have to carve a path home. Problem solved.
Jackie hadn't been jogging long before she had to rest- No, stop. She had to stop. See, taking a rest made it sound like you were exhausted, and Jackie wasn't exhausted. Not at all. Who'd get exhausted from running? Now was just the right time and place to take a break. Honest.
Resting- she wasn't tired, just needed to sit down- on a low fallen log, Jackie got some strange sense of deja vu. Had she been there before? Maybe? She wasn't entirely sure. Everywhere looked the same here anyway.
Jackie's mind wandered a little as she shut her eyes for a split second- resting them. She wasn't tired- and thought about laying down. That'd work faster right. If she just laid down on her back on the log and left it like that. It was better than the floor, anyway. More dignified, and she needed to keep all the dignity she could.
No, she could fall off the log and that would hurt. The floor was undignified, sure, but she could rest on it fine. No one was around for now. Jackie put her bag down and put her knife down and laid on her back, resting her head on the soft clothes in the bag. She yawned and fumbled for the knife, keeping it close enough so as not to be with out it, but far away enough that it wouldn't be a problem for her when she sle- rested.
Rested. She wasn't tire-
Jackie slowly rolled onto her side as she drifted off to sleep.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me!"
Really? That was the best she could come up with? She'd come up with something soon enough. Luck would turn in her favour and she would be able to steal a gun or some shuriken, remember/learn how to shoot/throw the things, then she'd be a force to be reckoned with. Then she'd show Reiko, and then, once she'd shown that bitch how it was done, just have to carve a path home. Problem solved.
Jackie hadn't been jogging long before she had to rest- No, stop. She had to stop. See, taking a rest made it sound like you were exhausted, and Jackie wasn't exhausted. Not at all. Who'd get exhausted from running? Now was just the right time and place to take a break. Honest.
Resting- she wasn't tired, just needed to sit down- on a low fallen log, Jackie got some strange sense of deja vu. Had she been there before? Maybe? She wasn't entirely sure. Everywhere looked the same here anyway.
Jackie's mind wandered a little as she shut her eyes for a split second- resting them. She wasn't tired- and thought about laying down. That'd work faster right. If she just laid down on her back on the log and left it like that. It was better than the floor, anyway. More dignified, and she needed to keep all the dignity she could.
No, she could fall off the log and that would hurt. The floor was undignified, sure, but she could rest on it fine. No one was around for now. Jackie put her bag down and put her knife down and laid on her back, resting her head on the soft clothes in the bag. She yawned and fumbled for the knife, keeping it close enough so as not to be with out it, but far away enough that it wouldn't be a problem for her when she sle- rested.
Rested. She wasn't tire-
Jackie slowly rolled onto her side as she drifted off to sleep.