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The snow had been charming and distracting for the first day or so and the fireplace had been even more so, but now Jill was starting to get tired of it. All her life, she'd had poor circulation and the frigid weather certainly wasn't helping. She was cold, even though she'd been in the Compound for nearly a half hour already. Her things were in the lab and she was standing by the bookshelf in the rec room, glancing over the books and the film reels that were there for her today, but nothing was catching her interest. Ultimately, that was probably for the best, considering the things the bookshelf tended to throw at her.
Placing her cup of coffee on a nearby table, she glanced at the doorway, scowling faintly at the mistletoe. It wasn't that she had anything against Christmas in general, but things on the Island felt different now. David hadn't been around for the snow the year before and now, less than a year later, he was gone again. She hadn't even been able to have one winter with him, one Christmas, they hadn't even been allowed a full year.
"Fuck you, David," she muttered, but there was no vehemence in her voice, no real anger. She just sounded tired, worn down, and she hated it. It wasn't his fault he'd gone, it wasn't Bob's fault, no matter what he thought, it just was. And she hated that, too.
Slumping a little against the doorway, she glanced up at the mistletoe, practically able to hear David's voice making fun of it, making fun of her. She knew him, he'd say horrible things and then he'd kiss her and it would be far from perfect, but it would still be David.
Only David wasn't there anymore. It was just Jill standing alone in the doorway, shooting the mistletoe an evil look.
[ooc: Despite her mood, it's an excellent time to meet her. ST, LT, all welcome.]
Placing her cup of coffee on a nearby table, she glanced at the doorway, scowling faintly at the mistletoe. It wasn't that she had anything against Christmas in general, but things on the Island felt different now. David hadn't been around for the snow the year before and now, less than a year later, he was gone again. She hadn't even been able to have one winter with him, one Christmas, they hadn't even been allowed a full year.
"Fuck you, David," she muttered, but there was no vehemence in her voice, no real anger. She just sounded tired, worn down, and she hated it. It wasn't his fault he'd gone, it wasn't Bob's fault, no matter what he thought, it just was. And she hated that, too.
Slumping a little against the doorway, she glanced up at the mistletoe, practically able to hear David's voice making fun of it, making fun of her. She knew him, he'd say horrible things and then he'd kiss her and it would be far from perfect, but it would still be David.
Only David wasn't there anymore. It was just Jill standing alone in the doorway, shooting the mistletoe an evil look.
[ooc: Despite her mood, it's an excellent time to meet her. ST, LT, all welcome.]