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« on: June 28, 2015, 06:51:21 pm »
Jessamine Tarnberry
Lives: 8/9 remaining
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After watching the other subjects play air hockey for a few minutes, Jessamine escaped to find something else to pass the time. Obviously she couldn't get to know the others if she wouldn't talk. It was times like this that she cursed herself for refusing to talk. She felt a stab of jealousy towards Simone, a girl that spoke so freely and always seemed to know what the right thing to say was. She didn't have anything against Sim, she admired her in fact, but she wished that she could be so open and confident with her thoughts as the other girl was.
The only place that Jess could find real peace these days was in the courtyard with a book. Not many people bothered to venture out there, preferring the entertainment inside the centre to amuse them and for them to actually socialise with each other. Picking up her favourite and only book, Animal Farm, on the way to the courtyard, Jessamine absent-mindedly flicked through the well-thumbed pages. She loved the simple portayal of the controlling capabilities of propaganda; she always thought of the pigs as the scientists in the sanctuary and the poor farm animals that only notice that they are even worse off than when they started once it's too late as the subjects.
The courtyard was seemingly empty as Jessamine entered the space, finding her favourite tree to sit against. As she opened her book to the page she had last read to, the sound of someone shifting their weight at the other side of the courtyard caused her to start. As she almost jumped out of her skin, she felt a prickle of energy pass through her hands into into the book she was holding. Looking down at the novel, she sighed at the smell of burning paper and the now scorched parchment. The passages were still readable, but the size of the pages were irregular and misshapen. She needed to get this under control. Her gentle gaze lifted to the person that had made her jump, she recognised immediately the business-like stature of Thomas and she shot a small smile in her direction. Tom, she felt, was one of the only people that didn't seem to mind her silence. Most found it awkward or annoying, but he seemed to be comfortable with her quiet self.
Jessamine lowered her head back to her book and was just onto the first sentence before her mind registered something different about the fellow. Glancing back up, she furrowed her brow and raised a small hand, pointing to first her fingers then his own. It was clear she was thinking of his new gloves in which didn't seem to be the most comfortable kind, hugging his hands as if they would never come off. Jess paid little attention to the cigarette in one of his hands; she didn't mind smoking. Perhaps in her old life it would have bothered her, but everyone had their ways of coping. Jess' unnactractively torn fingernails and unused voice was her way of managing the stress of being in the sanctuary, but she failed to pick up some of the others' habits that helped them get through the seemingly endless days of testing and monitoring.
Wearing:
After watching the other subjects play air hockey for a few minutes, Jessamine escaped to find something else to pass the time. Obviously she couldn't get to know the others if she wouldn't talk. It was times like this that she cursed herself for refusing to talk. She felt a stab of jealousy towards Simone, a girl that spoke so freely and always seemed to know what the right thing to say was. She didn't have anything against Sim, she admired her in fact, but she wished that she could be so open and confident with her thoughts as the other girl was.
The only place that Jess could find real peace these days was in the courtyard with a book. Not many people bothered to venture out there, preferring the entertainment inside the centre to amuse them and for them to actually socialise with each other. Picking up her favourite and only book, Animal Farm, on the way to the courtyard, Jessamine absent-mindedly flicked through the well-thumbed pages. She loved the simple portayal of the controlling capabilities of propaganda; she always thought of the pigs as the scientists in the sanctuary and the poor farm animals that only notice that they are even worse off than when they started once it's too late as the subjects.
The courtyard was seemingly empty as Jessamine entered the space, finding her favourite tree to sit against. As she opened her book to the page she had last read to, the sound of someone shifting their weight at the other side of the courtyard caused her to start. As she almost jumped out of her skin, she felt a prickle of energy pass through her hands into into the book she was holding. Looking down at the novel, she sighed at the smell of burning paper and the now scorched parchment. The passages were still readable, but the size of the pages were irregular and misshapen. She needed to get this under control. Her gentle gaze lifted to the person that had made her jump, she recognised immediately the business-like stature of Thomas and she shot a small smile in her direction. Tom, she felt, was one of the only people that didn't seem to mind her silence. Most found it awkward or annoying, but he seemed to be comfortable with her quiet self.
Jessamine lowered her head back to her book and was just onto the first sentence before her mind registered something different about the fellow. Glancing back up, she furrowed her brow and raised a small hand, pointing to first her fingers then his own. It was clear she was thinking of his new gloves in which didn't seem to be the most comfortable kind, hugging his hands as if they would never come off. Jess paid little attention to the cigarette in one of his hands; she didn't mind smoking. Perhaps in her old life it would have bothered her, but everyone had their ways of coping. Jess' unnactractively torn fingernails and unused voice was her way of managing the stress of being in the sanctuary, but she failed to pick up some of the others' habits that helped them get through the seemingly endless days of testing and monitoring.
