Jillian Doe
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almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Mar 28, 2014 13:07:52 GMT
Jill was lost in some fantasy realm. But inside that fantasy realm (the one where Camille was also lost), she was lost in a deeper realm. It involved tiny garden dragons and gnomish mice dancing around and Ms. Juice pouncing on them and eating them.
Which is to say, she continued to bop the doll's arms up and down while staring off at nothing.
She only listened with half an ear to what the boy was saying. Which in Jill math meant approximately 0.55% of an ear. She bobbed her head along in agreement to--whatever. Worm. Cave. House. Del. Home. Yeah.
Sure thing!
Completely understanding, over here. Entirely focused. Rapt. Enthused. Mind-locked (34/34).
Ms. Juice continued to dance.
"What bath?" said Jill. She looked up over her toy at Camille.
And in that moment, however long or short it lasted—that moment of perfect, disbelieving silence that passed between them before Camille flipped his lid—a noise came from the deeper darkness. A shuffling noise, a scraping noise, as if someone was pulling a ten tonne slab of bloody steak along the ground. If you listened very, very carefully, you could almost hear strips of it peeling off as they caught on stalagmites, or stalactites, or whatever other cave furniture was getting in the way.
But you would most certainly be too busy listening instead to the roar.
Some tiny part of Jill's brain that hadn't been stabbed flickered to life and sent her skittering off in the opposite direction, Ms. Juice and blanket trailing along behind, and Camille left in the dust.
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