This Only Happens To Jenn [Open]
Characters: Jennifer Walters, Open!
Time: Late morning, early afternoon
Location: Jennifer's hotel room
Content: Jenn gets into a predicament that will be undoubtedly hilarious depending on who arrives to help her out. Multiple threads open.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Profanity is a definite possibility.
Daytime television sucked. That's why Jenn had a job. At least, that's why she had a job most of the time. But it was her turn for an evening shift of patroling, and she had managed to sleep in a little later than normal in preparation for it. Just in time to wake up, take a shower, and then plop down in front of the television in her room. Sure, she had some books she could be going through, but she just did not feel like reading that morning. Or was it afternoon? It was getting close.
Sighing softly, Jenn flipped the channels, going past talk shows and reruns without much interest, eyeing the books once more and asking her brain if it was sure it did not want to study before she found reruns of Little House on the Prarie. Shrugging a bit, she left it on that channel, and was slowly ebbed into a slow drowse on her couch, letting time pass without much caring. It was then that something hit her window, and she jerked up, instantly alert as she looked at her window.
Getting off the couch, Jennifer walked to the window, opening the curtains and the blinds, and looked out, finding an odd splash of liquid and feathers on the glass. Looking down, she saw a bird huddled in the snow, obviously dazed from having hit the glass of her window. It was a small bird with a dark head and a gray body, and looked like a sparrow, though she had no idea what a sparrow actually looked like. But she knew it was out of place.
Sighing softly at her own soft-heartedness, Jenn slowly opened the window, and leaned out against the cold air, reaching out to pick up the bird. Of course, it was probably full of disease and pests, but she could not just let the little thing sit in the snow and shiver and die because it hit her window. But the bird had different ideas. It saw her hand coming and dizzily hopped away, just out of her reach, even when she half way leaned out of the window.
Muttering, she thought she would just leave the bird alone. But then it shivered again, and something poked at her conscience. Leaning back inside, Jenn looked around for something that she could scoop the bird up with before it could hop away, and realized that she really only had one option if she wanted to get the thing inside before it fell off the snowy ledge. She left her room and went next door, but nobody answered the door so that she could get nearer the bird that way, and nobody at the front desk was going to let her in to rescue a stray bird. Oh no, she was going to have to go with plan A.
She left her door slightly ajar so she would not have to try to open it with the bird in her hands, and went to the window, reaching inside the sleeves of her sweater. After a moment, she pulled her bra out of one sleeve, fastening the ends together again. If all went as planned, she would grab the bird with the soft pale pink cup of the bra, and bring it inside for care. Thus, she leaned out of the window, carefully pulling the window somewhat shut so that it would be easy to catch herself if she misbalanced, and propped herself up on her toes, trying to get to the bird.
Twisting slightly, she managed to catch the bird under one cup, and slowly dragged it towards herself. It was peeping inceasantly, but that was okay as long as she got back inside with it. Thus she began to shimmy back into the room...
Shimmy back into the room...
Twisting had obviously been a bad idea. Jennifer found her hips stuck between the window and the frame, tightly wedged in beween the pieces of metal. She struggled again, kicking her legs off the floor only to feel herself kick the strings for the blinds. They came crashing down on her ass, and somehow her flailing foot got caught in the blinds as they opened on her back side. Cursing, she struggled even harder, now just making noise with the blinds and the bird, her bra firmly grasped in one hand. The other fished for her phone, and managed to pull it out of her pocket.
This...was going to be humiliating.