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Reflection...; Jack has time to herself. solo.
Topic Started: Sep 20 2010, 01:57 PM (216 Views)
Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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Previously on Jack

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Jack hides under the flea infested bed that she shares with her parents. It's what Daddy told her to do whenever a stranger comes to the house. Even though that wasn't really fair, this man wasn't a TOTAL stranger he worked with mommy sometimes when she was out adventuring. But Jack didn't like thinking about the last time she saw the Man, she was really upset when he was here last, since Mommy had just told her she wouldn't be adventuring anymore. Jack almost cried when she heard that

Jack loved it when mommy went adventuring. Whenever she came back, she would tell AMAZING stories. One time mommy went to the place called "Floreeda" and blew up a base full of bad guys! Daddy always laughed whenever he heard her stories, but Jack could never figure out why it was so funny, she just thought mommy was the most amazing mommy in the world.

But daddy wasn't laughing anymore in fact in her 6 years of age she'd never seen him so white, in fact he might have just been the whitest thing she'd ever seen. Then again not many things are very white around in the wastes. She was really scared, Mommy may have been her hero, but Daddy was always there ,never worried, never afraid. But Daddy was scared now.

She saw the Man gulp, he spoke only 2 words as far as Jack could tell. Then daddy lowered his head and began to cry, then sob, then scream! "No! No no no no no no no no, Why, God Damnit Why!" he screamed in a crackly choking voice. He fell to his knees.

Jack suddenly sprung out from under the bed to her father,"Daddy." he tried to compose himself before looking at his scared little 6-year old "Daddy. What happened?" she said in a timid voice. Before talking Daddy looked at the Man and did a little nod, the Man immediately understood and walked away. Daddy was still on his knees, slowly closed the door, but he wasn't focused on closing the door, if that made sense, he was thinking... Hard, she could tell.

He swallowed, hard, then took a deep breath,"Sweetie, something terrible has happened," she was frighten, she'd never heard her Daddy sound so, vulnerable.

she knew very little about life as a whole when she was that young, but she'd been born in the wastes, and in the wastes, tragedy is the norm not the exception.

Her eyes watered up and her lips began quivering, her father was bravely fighting the tears in his eyes, but all knew that that fight was a fool's bargain, and just as one of the dozens if not hundreds of tears he held back broke loose, his daughter spoke, tears already rolling down her face,"Mommy's gonna make it all better though, right?" she said as she failed an attempt to slip into denial

Her father still held his tongue, she began to tremble,"She has to? Right Daddy?"

He slowly took her into an embrace, and she held so tight that her hands started to become white."She has too." she whispered.

"She has too."
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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Jack rose from her mat, aware of the rising sun, the cool splash of air hitting her as her blanket fell. Jack liked the cold of the morning, The Wastes could be a hot, and hostile place during the day, in some ways even worse at night (she swore that something like 2 weeks ago it dropped below freezing). But in early dawn, when the Sun broke, it was cool, she loved it, neither the hot of high noon, nor the cold of a pitch black new moon, and whatever you say about The Wastes, it has a strange beauty about it early in the morning, and even though she had yet to see the morning sun, Jack felt unusually... good this morning. She the got up to leave her tent.

"Hey there, Sleepy Head." Jason said out of the blue and surprising her. She jumped and noticed they were all sitting around the fire making mirelurk cakes. She started to lower her head in shyness, but then realized, she didn't feel shy right now. The surprise brought a huge grin to her face.

"Hi you guys." she said cheerfully.

"Well don't just stand there! Eat, ya little twig!" Colin chuckled, his raspy voice somehow made the extraordinarily rude comment seem... friendly. That made sense in very few ways, Jack, she thought to herself.

"We'll need come up with the plan of action for today." Darryl said.

"Why would it be anything other than march, march, and march, a little more." Jack said quietly.(Though, it was a very different tone of quiet than usual)

"You didn't know? according to the map the next town's only 5 miles away." Darryl said, pretending to be filing his nails.

"WHAT!!" Jack said mouth gaping.

Darryl cracked a small smile.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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"Ok... I choose... Joseph." Said Spencer, captain of team A

"Well then I choose... Leah." Said John, captain of team B

"uhhh, Patrick." Said Spencer, this went on for a good while, Jack stood, head down, hands clasped, left foot drawing semi circles in the dirt, as always. No one picked her at these things anymore, not since her mom died.

Since her mom died nothing was the same, before, she loved these games, she would wait all day to go to the other kids and play with them, even though her team never won. Now she just didn't care. She wanted to care, she wanted to be relaxed around people, but she just couldn't look them in the eye. never.

The line of children shrank slowly as they joined teams one by one. It always went the same way, there were four, there were three, there were two, it was always so predictable it was important, and then there was one. And here is where things diverge from the norm. Because after one no one would be left, not this time.

John looked at Jack, with pity in his eyes. Jack was used to that, pity. It happened every game, one of them would choose her, every game, out of pity. But there was something else in the ten year olds eyes, conflict. You see the team Jack was on almost always lost, and John, being a competitive eight-and-a-half year old, wanted to win. So he gave the order. "Let's play ball!" he yelled with his hand high in the air.

All the kids ran to the dirt field, but John looked back, with hate in his eyes, but not for Jack, no, never for Jack, one doesn't hate Jack, it's nearly impossible to hate someone who doesn't do anything wrong, but it's also impossible to like someone who doesn't do anything at all. No, the hate directed inward, the hate was at himself. Because he knew what he just did. He'd finished the alienation from her peers that Jack had been experiencing for the last 18 months. She was now completely alone. Her father was still there, but there's no replacement to a child for other children.

Jack looked up from her feet, and stared at the laughing stampede of children, then walked away.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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((Backround music))

"Whoa!" Jack Whispered.

"Whoa, is right, this is the largest city in North Carolina outside of Raleigh." Said Jason, apparently overhearing Jack's surprise.

"Really? how many people are there?"

"About ten thousand." Darryl broke in.

"Are you kidding!" Jack yelled.

After placing his hand on his ear, Jason cut off Darryl before he continued filling her head his brahmin feces,"Yes, he is. Jack one thing you have to learn about Darryl is half the time he talks, he's full of shit. and the other half is probably wildly exaggerated."

Colin gave a sudden bellow of coarse laughter,"Amen to that!"

"Actually the city has about fifteen hundred residents, and a couple hundred travelers coming and leaving everyday." Jason continued.

"Wow, that's amazing, I've never heard of a place with more than two hundred people."

"Yeah, Jefferson is a great city. I've been here a couple times with my mom." she noticed a stab of pain in his eyes, but he recovered quickly,"She studied here a couple times when I was younger, brought us along since there was no one to babysit us." he finished with a chuckle.

"Sounded like fun." Jack said with a smile. She didn't want to push the topic, she was having a rare moment of non-depression, she wanted to enjoy it.

"It was." He said cheerily

"Especially when you have cash to burn!" Colin rasped.

"Let's go shopping guys!" Darryl said in a tone that some would call extremely homosexual. he then proceeded to prance (literally prance) into the nearest bar, he was followed by 3 unusually large individuals with some very interesting handlebar mustaches.

after a short pause Jack asked Jason,"Did he just do that."

"yup."

"He's gonna get his ass kicked isn't he."

"yup."

After waiting for a moment the group turned and kept walking. He'd catch up, right?
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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Roy sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes and his fingers attempting to massage his temples, it was pointless. the money was running out, and it was going to kill his daughter. The most frustrating thing was if he lived anywhere else, (anywhere all!) nine out of ten times he'd be considered a wealthy business man. But this wasn't anywhere else, this was one of the only areas in North Carolina that Raleigh had decided to "tax", so every month Raleigh would come in with five or six mercs and take half his income. If he were a subsistence farmer or had any agricultural whatsoever like everyone else in the town, he'd probably be able to survive, but he wasn't he was a merchant, and now with his wife and the income from her freelancing gone, by his calculations, he and Jack had about six months before they died from starvation.

Suddenly, filled with raged over his current situation, Roy burst upwards and knocked everything on his desk to ground screaming profanity, he then grabbed the worn folding chair he'd been sitting on and threw it across the room. After taking several deep and angry breaths he'd calmed down enough to see that his daughter had entered the room.

"Oh, hey sweetie." he said, totally mortified, how long had she been there? she shouldn't have been back for hours,"What's wrong? you're supposed to be playing with the other kids."

Jack sniffled.

"Oh sweetie why are you crying?" he quickly crossed the room and kneeled beside his daughter, placing a reassuring hand over her shoulder.

Jack sniffled but did not cry, she'd been through many things lately much more deserving of a tear."The other kids didn't want to play with me anymore." she sniffled a little more.

"Oh Jack" his face crumpled in helplessness and uncertainty, he couldn't do anything for her, he couldn't force the other children to play with her, and he certainly couldn't force her to be more outgoing. he was her Father Goddammit he should be able to help his daughter with her problems, failing that he should be able to provide for her well being, and he could do neither! the thought filled him with a feeling of confusion and despair he hadn't felt since his parents died.

"Don't worry Jack. it'll all be ok." he whispered with no particular confidence in his own words.

He took her in an warm embrace and decided he wouldn't let his daughter die because he couldn't make ends meet. he was going to find a way, even if it killed him.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Sorry for the late grading on this one. Entirely my fault. Was pretty tricky to reward this one, but I think I did you right. Like I've said before, you're getting better. And better. And better. If you keep up this continual improvement, you're gonna start rising in the ranks.

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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
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Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
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