Oh how the paths change
Who: Jenny Sparks Shockinglyold and [Open]
When: The night of the quorum (After everything has happened)
Where: A room Jenny's taken over for the night
Summery: After the quorum and her fights with both Midnighter and Apollo Jenny's not feeling like partying at all. So instead she's thrown herself into her work.
Rating: PG-13 to R for language most likely
Warnings: Language, possible flirting if Howard is involved, maybe fighting (I'm really not sure here)
It wasn’t long after the quorum had ended that Jenny found herself sitting in one of the old rooms in Facility one with a drink, a pencil, and what she’d managed to jot down from the meeting that had been suggested with Auto. From the way she understood things there wasn’t much out there in this universe. At least nothing usable. If Angie were here she was sure she’d be able to find something. Angie was the technical one, not her. Jenny was mostly bravado and quick thinking.
She tapped the pencil against the page a few times before letting it drop and roll into the open spine of the book. Jenny was slipping. It was always so easy to slip into that simple and familiar depression that she’d spent most of her adult life in. Jenny already knew that this wasn’t a place for her. Nowhere was. Back home she was dead; her torch passed on to the next Jenny as it had happened for centuries before her. Part of her wondered if this was her own private hell. A place that needed protecting, where she couldn’t do a thing to make things better. She knew better then that though. From what she’d been told during the week she’d been here prior to her ‘official orientation’ this place had been here for quite some time, and she hadn’t even began to feel the worst of it. In fact, she was one of the lucky ones in that. The jailers no longer had control of the place and the experiments had stopped. At least for now. She hadn’t been part of any of what happened before. It made her an outsider and she felt the full force of that even now.
What hurt the most was Midnighter and Apollo. The later barely talked to her and the former, well, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to take a swing at her. For some of her more recent actions she wouldn't have blamed him for it either. Down shifting from how they’d been only a few weeks ago to this … It wasn’t rocket science to figure out how hard that was. It would be best to lay low, stay outside of all this instead of getting involved like she had been. To just start over again no matter how much it might hurt. She’d already mucked things up pretty badly as it was, and it was time to do what she’d told Howard she was going to do. Not get involved.
Jenny’s eyes closed as she let out a heavy exhale. She just needed to find a hobby. Something that would distract her enough from the nagging need to protect these people. It wasn’t even her century anymore. As far as the cosmos was concerned she was retired and this was just borrowed time. She let her eyes close as she leaned back in her chair. Maybe it was time to take up painting.
When: The night of the quorum (After everything has happened)
Where: A room Jenny's taken over for the night
Summery: After the quorum and her fights with both Midnighter and Apollo Jenny's not feeling like partying at all. So instead she's thrown herself into her work.
Rating: PG-13 to R for language most likely
Warnings: Language, possible flirting if Howard is involved, maybe fighting (I'm really not sure here)
It wasn’t long after the quorum had ended that Jenny found herself sitting in one of the old rooms in Facility one with a drink, a pencil, and what she’d managed to jot down from the meeting that had been suggested with Auto. From the way she understood things there wasn’t much out there in this universe. At least nothing usable. If Angie were here she was sure she’d be able to find something. Angie was the technical one, not her. Jenny was mostly bravado and quick thinking.
She tapped the pencil against the page a few times before letting it drop and roll into the open spine of the book. Jenny was slipping. It was always so easy to slip into that simple and familiar depression that she’d spent most of her adult life in. Jenny already knew that this wasn’t a place for her. Nowhere was. Back home she was dead; her torch passed on to the next Jenny as it had happened for centuries before her. Part of her wondered if this was her own private hell. A place that needed protecting, where she couldn’t do a thing to make things better. She knew better then that though. From what she’d been told during the week she’d been here prior to her ‘official orientation’ this place had been here for quite some time, and she hadn’t even began to feel the worst of it. In fact, she was one of the lucky ones in that. The jailers no longer had control of the place and the experiments had stopped. At least for now. She hadn’t been part of any of what happened before. It made her an outsider and she felt the full force of that even now.
What hurt the most was Midnighter and Apollo. The later barely talked to her and the former, well, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to take a swing at her. For some of her more recent actions she wouldn't have blamed him for it either. Down shifting from how they’d been only a few weeks ago to this … It wasn’t rocket science to figure out how hard that was. It would be best to lay low, stay outside of all this instead of getting involved like she had been. To just start over again no matter how much it might hurt. She’d already mucked things up pretty badly as it was, and it was time to do what she’d told Howard she was going to do. Not get involved.
Jenny’s eyes closed as she let out a heavy exhale. She just needed to find a hobby. Something that would distract her enough from the nagging need to protect these people. It wasn’t even her century anymore. As far as the cosmos was concerned she was retired and this was just borrowed time. She let her eyes close as she leaned back in her chair. Maybe it was time to take up painting.