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The slow simmering anger of a mother scorned
Who: Jiaying and YOU
Where: Here and there: see prompts
When: March
What: A little counseling, a little teaching, a little slice of life. There's potential for characters to secretly 'talk' to each other about things related to their past if they wanna avoid cameras.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
[Open]
School
Jiaying has taken to teaching in the local school though the subject itself is curious for a town this size. Who would have use for Mandarin? But between all the prep work that goes into teaching and her other duty as school counselor, she's kept busy. Five days a week for about half a day, she can be found in the teacher's room or the small office she can call her counseling room, usually marking papers or coming up with teaching material. Being the only Mandarin speaker in town has its downsides.
Counseling + secret notes
After school hours, she takes on regular counseling sessions by appointment. She appears to be a holder of a psychology degree but she has no memory of taking any such courses. She tries to keep her sessions casual anyway, focusing on making her clients feel comfortable. While she has an office nestled in half of the second floor of a building in Main Street with a small plaque that barely qualifies as a sign, she also pays house visits and allows visitors in her shared home with Emily Grey.
She puts on a good act of playing along with the rest of the residents of the city. She doesn't talk about her past. She doesn't question things. Not openly. Some time near the end of February (after the intense snow), she begins to slip small written notes to clients she knows to have awoken in the hospital and are just as confused as she is. Short and succinct, they are handed out to the people she has gauged to be trustworthy, a moment passed off as a friendly grasp of the hand for the cameras.
Hospital and wild card
She still visits the hospital whenever she can. She doesn't bother the nurses anymore but she can't help but wander past the children's ward to check in on the babies, hoping against hope that she can catch a glimpse of her baby daughter. She usually leaves quickly before she overstays her welcome but the look of loss, sorrow, and angry determination is one that gets harder and harder to hide.
She can also be found shopping or dining around Main Street. She doesn't cook so eating out is common. The groceries she does buy are related to baked goods. She is especially fond of the book store.
Where: Here and there: see prompts
When: March
What: A little counseling, a little teaching, a little slice of life. There's potential for characters to secretly 'talk' to each other about things related to their past if they wanna avoid cameras.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
[Open]
School
Jiaying has taken to teaching in the local school though the subject itself is curious for a town this size. Who would have use for Mandarin? But between all the prep work that goes into teaching and her other duty as school counselor, she's kept busy. Five days a week for about half a day, she can be found in the teacher's room or the small office she can call her counseling room, usually marking papers or coming up with teaching material. Being the only Mandarin speaker in town has its downsides.
Counseling + secret notes
After school hours, she takes on regular counseling sessions by appointment. She appears to be a holder of a psychology degree but she has no memory of taking any such courses. She tries to keep her sessions casual anyway, focusing on making her clients feel comfortable. While she has an office nestled in half of the second floor of a building in Main Street with a small plaque that barely qualifies as a sign, she also pays house visits and allows visitors in her shared home with Emily Grey.
She puts on a good act of playing along with the rest of the residents of the city. She doesn't talk about her past. She doesn't question things. Not openly. Some time near the end of February (after the intense snow), she begins to slip small written notes to clients she knows to have awoken in the hospital and are just as confused as she is. Short and succinct, they are handed out to the people she has gauged to be trustworthy, a moment passed off as a friendly grasp of the hand for the cameras.
The past isn't dead.
Burn this after reading.
Hospital and wild card
She still visits the hospital whenever she can. She doesn't bother the nurses anymore but she can't help but wander past the children's ward to check in on the babies, hoping against hope that she can catch a glimpse of her baby daughter. She usually leaves quickly before she overstays her welcome but the look of loss, sorrow, and angry determination is one that gets harder and harder to hide.
She can also be found shopping or dining around Main Street. She doesn't cook so eating out is common. The groceries she does buy are related to baked goods. She is especially fond of the book store.
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For all the good that's done him. ]
I could say the same thing.
[ He means the memories, but if it sounds like he means the other— well, he's got eyes. ]
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Seems we're one of the few to actually voice these concerns.
[A quick glance at the camera then she's looking back at her lesson plan]
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They'd have to show their faces to stop us.
[ If you go for that sort of thing. ]
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You're not worried they'll make us forget again?
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[ His reply is immediate, like it's something he's thought about before. ]
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[Upon saying that, she looks back down at her lesson plans. Has she pushed her limits? She supposes she'll find out.]