http://femlightning.livejournal.com/ (
femlightning.livejournal.com) wrote in
fissionmailed2011-01-04 09:04 pm
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
now everyone can see what a wet week you are, Jackie
[Jackie is sat in a random room, looking... contemplative. Ever since Russ had come back into her life, things had seemed better. Much better... and yet, she wasn't happy. Something still felt wrong to her, and she couldn't quite figure out what it was. Despite learning that Russ had never wanted someone else over her, there was this nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. Of course, not having her child here didn't help. She'd give anything in the world if it meant she got to see her daughter again... but no, it wasn't what was on her mind.
Perhaps it was guilt. Guilt for running away in the first place, when Russ was so forgiving. Guilt for messing up and seeking comfort from another man here once... she still hadn't told him. She didn't intend to. Mostly because she was ashamed of herself for having allowed such weakness to control her actions, but partly because she didn't want to see the look on Russ' face. Was that it? She doubted it, somehow. Maybe she simply was incapable of being happy without finding some reason not to be. It was hardly in her nature to be content with what she had.]
[She was so absorbed by her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed said thoughts floating above her head:
"I wish my child would show up" "I slept with another man and feel guilty" "Maybe I'm just incapable of being happy"]
((Because it's not like Jackie is normally a downer, pfffft. In this room, your thoughts will hover neatly above your head. Whether your character notices or not is up to you, but other people will sure as hell notice. It's pretty much impossible to lie in here, too... not without what you were really going to say hovering above your head and shaming you. :V))
Perhaps it was guilt. Guilt for running away in the first place, when Russ was so forgiving. Guilt for messing up and seeking comfort from another man here once... she still hadn't told him. She didn't intend to. Mostly because she was ashamed of herself for having allowed such weakness to control her actions, but partly because she didn't want to see the look on Russ' face. Was that it? She doubted it, somehow. Maybe she simply was incapable of being happy without finding some reason not to be. It was hardly in her nature to be content with what she had.]
[She was so absorbed by her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed said thoughts floating above her head:
"I wish my child would show up" "I slept with another man and feel guilty" "Maybe I'm just incapable of being happy"]
((Because it's not like Jackie is normally a downer, pfffft. In this room, your thoughts will hover neatly above your head. Whether your character notices or not is up to you, but other people will sure as hell notice. It's pretty much impossible to lie in here, too... not without what you were really going to say hovering above your head and shaming you. :V))
no subject
[Yeah, Jack's thoughts are pretty sweet and simple right now for once.]
no subject
[She wouldn't have cheated on me, right...?]
no subject
["What?"]
[She looks up.]
["Oh shit."]
no subject
[Isn't she going to agree with me?]
...Right?
no subject
["I am so busted..."]
no subject
["I'm starting to think she might be lying."]
If what this room is saying is true, you better just tell me now.
no subject
[That would explain the way he's sizing people up now as he walks into the room.]
no subject
[Jack sits on another sofa, his eyes on the floor. Yeah, just about as cheerful as ever, really.]
no subject
Bit under the weather, Jack?
no subject
["A "bit" is an understatement..."]
no subject
["Well, that's different. Just when I assume things can't get worse..."]
So what might have put you in such a delightful mood? [He lit a cigarette, leaning against the nearest wall.]
no subject
["It's everything."]
[Isolating himself wasn't helping any more than trying to be a part of everyday life, it seemed.]
no subject
["Looks like I'm not the only one, at least."]
no subject
[Yeah that pretty much sums it up.]
no subject
WAH!? ...Well...It's true! I am hungry!
no subject
[Can you expect any less?]
no subject
[Yeah, Rose has no idea what's going on anywhere. Jack disappeared and she just started wandering on her own. It wasn't safe but she couldn't just stay home.]
no subject
[Hal sits on one of the chairs in the room, taking off his glasses and running a hand through his hair. The man sighs.]
no subject
[Nope, nothing too earth-shattering here.]
no subject
[Otacon's thoughts form when he looks over at Raiden.]