((Jacqueline Myrie, continued from Darken Your Clothes and Strike a Violent Pose.))
"This isn't the last you'll see of me!"
Really? That was the best she could come up with? She'd come up with something soon enough. Luck would turn in her favour and she would be able to steal a gun or some shuriken, remember/learn how to shoot/throw the things, then she'd be a force to be reckoned with. Then she'd show Reiko, and then, once she'd shown that bitch how it was done, just have to carve a path home. Problem solved.
Jackie hadn't been jogging long before she had to rest- No, stop. She had to stop. See, taking a rest made it sound like you were exhausted, and Jackie wasn't exhausted. Not at all. Who'd get exhausted from running? Now was just the right time and place to take a break. Honest.
Resting- she wasn't tired, just needed to sit down- on a low fallen log, Jackie got some strange sense of deja vu. Had she been there before? Maybe? She wasn't entirely sure. Everywhere looked the same here anyway.
Jackie's mind wandered a little as she shut her eyes for a split second- resting them. She wasn't tired- and thought about laying down. That'd work faster right. If she just laid down on her back on the log and left it like that. It was better than the floor, anyway. More dignified, and she needed to keep all the dignity she could.
No, she could fall off the log and that would hurt. The floor was undignified, sure, but she could rest on it fine. No one was around for now. Jackie put her bag down and put her knife down and laid on her back, resting her head on the soft clothes in the bag. She yawned and fumbled for the knife, keeping it close enough so as not to be with out it, but far away enough that it wouldn't be a problem for her when she sle- rested.
Rested. She wasn't tire-
Jackie slowly rolled onto her side as she drifted off to sleep.
Jacqueline awoke in a flurry of punches and kicks, directed nowhere in particular.
Jackie shrugged and rolled onto her front. At least no one saw her do that. Good. She really didn't need any more hits to her dignity after the fiasco with Reiko. Her bag was still there, as was her knife, so it wasn't like anyone had decided to try and fuck with her while she was sleeping. That made her feel a whole lot better, really. At least people knew not to fuck with her, even while she was asleep.
With a grunt, Jackie sat up, quickly setting her mind to making double sure all her stuff was still there. She pushed herself to her feet, threw her bag over her shoulders, grabbed her knife, and looked around. From here, she could really go anywhere. Huh. She had nothing now she wanted to accomplish now, no one besides those bitches Annaliese and Reiko she particularly wanted to see, and she'd even gotten around to seeing how boring the guy's room was. Simply put, she had nothing.
Jackie knelt down and picked up her knife, trying to twirl it a little, maybe do something badass. She stopped with a yelp when the blade dug lightly into her forearm, leaving a small trickle of blood. Not a good idea.
Her energy renewed, Jackie continued on, on her way to... wherever the fuck she was going.
((Jackie Myrie, continued in White Sparrows.))