Random Post is Random - Jennifer Has a Nightmare [Closed and Finished]
Characters: Jennifer Walters, Open to anyone!
Content: Troubled by nightmares of her past, Jennifer decides to take a walk around the ship to calm her nerves. Yes she will be in her night gown and a robe. No, she will not be accidentally popping out of the gown. Yes, she wants to be comforted.
Setting: The hallways and eventually the deck of the Serenity
Time: Evening, after the pig hunt, before the next event
Warning: Heh, again, it's Jennifer
"Your mother died in the accident. The funeral is the day after tomorrow."
Jennifer stood in shock in the library of the massive mansion in Bellicus, listening while her father told her that her mother had died without even looking at her. He was busy studying the fire in the fireplace, without a moment to spare a glance at his only child. Thinking back on it later, she would realize that his voice sounded almost relieved to be able to say that her mother had died in the horrible accident that had burned down two buildings and taken the lives of a dozen other people.
It was then that she began to cry.
He tried to show her some kind of compassion then. Or perhaps he was just going through the motions as he walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. There were no hugs, no tears of compassion on her father's part either. He simply put the hand on her shoulder until one of the maids came in, corralling her into the nursery, where her nanny was waiting. The next day was just a blur as she sat around in the small rooms that belonged to her, ignoring the trays of food, the maids that tried to get a smile out of her. Not once had her father come to see her until the day of the funeral.
The room shifted and they were suddenly outside in the cemetery where all the rich and privilaged had their sculpted gravemarkers and tall pillared mausoleums. Jennifer was wearing black, some frock that she had not chosen because none of the nannies or maids could get any response out of her. Her father stood beside her, holding her hand in a vise-like grip so that the pattern of her little lace gloves would be imprinted into her skin long after she took them off. The door was closing slowly after they put her mother's coffin inside.
"It was her own fault."
Jennifer glanced up, having heard her father speak. For some reason, she could not see his face.
"She was a freak, a monster, and she flaunted it. Your mother was a grotesque malformation that was no more human than the corpse she left behind."
She tried to pull her hand away, she knew something was wrong. The dreams always started the same way. He held onto her hand painfully though, and his face was still gone, no matter how she tried to get around to see it. The door of the mausoleum had stopped, and was slowly swinging back open.
"Your mother left nothing behind but a miscreation, a mistake. It should have been you to get your head severed and your body crushed!"
Jennifer was crying now, but it did not seem to matter as the tall thing that looked like her father dragged her to the mausoleum. She wanted to cry out but there was no sound from her throat. The apparition of her father threw her into the musty, pitch black burial chamber and the door slammed shut behid her. She was left in the darkness, listening to the whispers of dead bodies.
"Freak...."
"Mistake..."
"Monster..."
Jennifer woke up in the darkness, trying to remember where she was, and swallow back the terror of the dream. That dream again. Always the same thing. Always the monster that replaced her father, though he never said such things to her when her mother passed. Never the torment in the darkness of the mausoleum. But it was still terrifying, and always renewed her resolve to keep her secret buried deep inside her. Sitting up slowly, she reached over and turned the key that brightened the little lamp that was next to her bed. She slid her legs out from under the covers, and sat on the edge, her face in her hands.
After a moment, she let out a sigh and looked up at the books on her shelves. She thought about reading something, but then again, it would not comfort her. It was the middle of the night, and even if she had friends aboard, she would never disturb them. It was just as her life had always been. She was alone and she had to make herself feel better somehow. But she would not cry. She was certain of that.
Getting out of bed, she slipped on her glasses, and walked to the end of the bed, where her robe was lying. Her nightgown fell to her bare feet and left her arms and a generous swath of her chest bare, but she covered the silvery fabric with a pale blue silk nightgown that was edged in tiny gold roses. Jennifer stepped into a pair of unsurprisingly matching slippers before she headed for the door of her room, looking surprisingly natural, her long hair hanging down her back in loose curls, her face free of make up.
The hallways were blissfully empty, and she began walking as she tried to think of something that would help her forget the sadness and the echoes of fear that were still bothering her. She was making her way towards the deck though. The night air would help, and if nothing else, she would catch a glimpse of her favorite sight, the long sought after stars that were no longer visible in Bellicus. That alone would help her calm down.
Content: Troubled by nightmares of her past, Jennifer decides to take a walk around the ship to calm her nerves. Yes she will be in her night gown and a robe. No, she will not be accidentally popping out of the gown. Yes, she wants to be comforted.
Setting: The hallways and eventually the deck of the Serenity
Time: Evening, after the pig hunt, before the next event
Warning: Heh, again, it's Jennifer
"Your mother died in the accident. The funeral is the day after tomorrow."
Jennifer stood in shock in the library of the massive mansion in Bellicus, listening while her father told her that her mother had died without even looking at her. He was busy studying the fire in the fireplace, without a moment to spare a glance at his only child. Thinking back on it later, she would realize that his voice sounded almost relieved to be able to say that her mother had died in the horrible accident that had burned down two buildings and taken the lives of a dozen other people.
It was then that she began to cry.
He tried to show her some kind of compassion then. Or perhaps he was just going through the motions as he walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. There were no hugs, no tears of compassion on her father's part either. He simply put the hand on her shoulder until one of the maids came in, corralling her into the nursery, where her nanny was waiting. The next day was just a blur as she sat around in the small rooms that belonged to her, ignoring the trays of food, the maids that tried to get a smile out of her. Not once had her father come to see her until the day of the funeral.
The room shifted and they were suddenly outside in the cemetery where all the rich and privilaged had their sculpted gravemarkers and tall pillared mausoleums. Jennifer was wearing black, some frock that she had not chosen because none of the nannies or maids could get any response out of her. Her father stood beside her, holding her hand in a vise-like grip so that the pattern of her little lace gloves would be imprinted into her skin long after she took them off. The door was closing slowly after they put her mother's coffin inside.
"It was her own fault."
Jennifer glanced up, having heard her father speak. For some reason, she could not see his face.
"She was a freak, a monster, and she flaunted it. Your mother was a grotesque malformation that was no more human than the corpse she left behind."
She tried to pull her hand away, she knew something was wrong. The dreams always started the same way. He held onto her hand painfully though, and his face was still gone, no matter how she tried to get around to see it. The door of the mausoleum had stopped, and was slowly swinging back open.
"Your mother left nothing behind but a miscreation, a mistake. It should have been you to get your head severed and your body crushed!"
Jennifer was crying now, but it did not seem to matter as the tall thing that looked like her father dragged her to the mausoleum. She wanted to cry out but there was no sound from her throat. The apparition of her father threw her into the musty, pitch black burial chamber and the door slammed shut behid her. She was left in the darkness, listening to the whispers of dead bodies.
"Freak...."
"Mistake..."
"Monster..."
Jennifer woke up in the darkness, trying to remember where she was, and swallow back the terror of the dream. That dream again. Always the same thing. Always the monster that replaced her father, though he never said such things to her when her mother passed. Never the torment in the darkness of the mausoleum. But it was still terrifying, and always renewed her resolve to keep her secret buried deep inside her. Sitting up slowly, she reached over and turned the key that brightened the little lamp that was next to her bed. She slid her legs out from under the covers, and sat on the edge, her face in her hands.
After a moment, she let out a sigh and looked up at the books on her shelves. She thought about reading something, but then again, it would not comfort her. It was the middle of the night, and even if she had friends aboard, she would never disturb them. It was just as her life had always been. She was alone and she had to make herself feel better somehow. But she would not cry. She was certain of that.
Getting out of bed, she slipped on her glasses, and walked to the end of the bed, where her robe was lying. Her nightgown fell to her bare feet and left her arms and a generous swath of her chest bare, but she covered the silvery fabric with a pale blue silk nightgown that was edged in tiny gold roses. Jennifer stepped into a pair of unsurprisingly matching slippers before she headed for the door of her room, looking surprisingly natural, her long hair hanging down her back in loose curls, her face free of make up.
The hallways were blissfully empty, and she began walking as she tried to think of something that would help her forget the sadness and the echoes of fear that were still bothering her. She was making her way towards the deck though. The night air would help, and if nothing else, she would catch a glimpse of her favorite sight, the long sought after stars that were no longer visible in Bellicus. That alone would help her calm down.