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Characters: aunomdedieu & thesamename
Date: February 15th
Summary: There's a vampire plant tied to Jackie's ankle.
Warnings: Some blood, some cursing. Jackie has issues with suicide that I suppose an encounter with lethal blood loss will have her thinking about.
It had not taken her long to notice that the vine was filled with singing. It hadn't taken her long at all to notice all the smiling and the cloying sweetness in the air. She had responded quickly, retreating back into the library and steering clear of every single one of those doe-eyed idiots. The woman, Caprica, most specifically because every word out of her treacherous face was a thousand knives in Jackie's back and she wanted no part in it.
It made her tense, knowing that there was something different in the air, it brought back bad memories of her body and of control. She needed control, over every part of herself, and there was some fucked up pheromone drifting through the garden trying to take it from her, as if she didn't hate this place enough already. It only took about half the day before she ripped the vine up, severing it and her connection to the rest of the garden until it grew back again. It wasn't as if it spared her the love songs, they still played overhead in the library with a brutal constancy, but it was the principal of the matter.
She spent the entire night up, waiting, wondering how long that idiocy would last, was pleasantly surprised by the vine's silence the next morning, and it drew her out of her hidey-hole with curiosity. Ill-advised, perhaps, when she was wandering out into the eye of the storm.
Date: February 15th
Summary: There's a vampire plant tied to Jackie's ankle.
Warnings: Some blood, some cursing. Jackie has issues with suicide that I suppose an encounter with lethal blood loss will have her thinking about.
It had not taken her long to notice that the vine was filled with singing. It hadn't taken her long at all to notice all the smiling and the cloying sweetness in the air. She had responded quickly, retreating back into the library and steering clear of every single one of those doe-eyed idiots. The woman, Caprica, most specifically because every word out of her treacherous face was a thousand knives in Jackie's back and she wanted no part in it.
It made her tense, knowing that there was something different in the air, it brought back bad memories of her body and of control. She needed control, over every part of herself, and there was some fucked up pheromone drifting through the garden trying to take it from her, as if she didn't hate this place enough already. It only took about half the day before she ripped the vine up, severing it and her connection to the rest of the garden until it grew back again. It wasn't as if it spared her the love songs, they still played overhead in the library with a brutal constancy, but it was the principal of the matter.
She spent the entire night up, waiting, wondering how long that idiocy would last, was pleasantly surprised by the vine's silence the next morning, and it drew her out of her hidey-hole with curiosity. Ill-advised, perhaps, when she was wandering out into the eye of the storm.