16th [Jiaying is having tea at Java Joe's (she is a menace to coffee shops) when word of terrible weather starts to spread. She decides to stay indoors, ordering a refill and a slice of cake. As the hail starts to fall outside, she looks up at the harsh screams echoing from the woods.
And is assaulted by flashes of the past she has been denied for so long. Her grip on the mug loosens and it crashes to the floor. Not that she cares. She remembers and the thought- the very thought that she has been mingling with humans, helping them- disgusts her to the core. Her eyes narrow and she stares ahead past the window and into the distance. She can't stay here.
She stands and moves to throw open the door, inviting the hail and rain indoors before she steps outside. The hail hurts immediately and she's aware she'll bruise and hurt but there's something inhuman about those screams, and she feels more of a kinship in that direction than she does sitting among humans in the store. She raises her left forearm to shield her eyes and steps out into the horrid weather.]
17th [Jiaying shows up to the festivities as the sun sets, calm and hiding the injuries from the hail underneath long sleeves and pants. She's here to observe. Memories or no, she is still trapped in this place, bound by their rules, stuck playing counselor, stuck with memories that seem just as real but disconnected from what she just regained.
She folds her arms and watches. Her expression transforming from cold and calculative to a form of polite friendliness when someone acknowledges her. She smiles and exchanges small talk, putting on the act as easily as she always has. She accepts a cup of liquor while saying:]
Thank you but I don't drink. Please, enjoy your night.
[When someone else places Mardi Gras beads around her neck, she smiles a troubled smile. Surely someone will help one who seems so out of place at a party?]
Jiaying; 16th & 17th; Open
[Jiaying is having tea at Java Joe's (she is a menace to coffee shops) when word of terrible weather starts to spread. She decides to stay indoors, ordering a refill and a slice of cake. As the hail starts to fall outside, she looks up at the harsh screams echoing from the woods.
And is assaulted by flashes of the past she has been denied for so long. Her grip on the mug loosens and it crashes to the floor. Not that she cares. She remembers and the thought- the very thought that she has been mingling with humans, helping them- disgusts her to the core. Her eyes narrow and she stares ahead past the window and into the distance. She can't stay here.
She stands and moves to throw open the door, inviting the hail and rain indoors before she steps outside. The hail hurts immediately and she's aware she'll bruise and hurt but there's something inhuman about those screams, and she feels more of a kinship in that direction than she does sitting among humans in the store. She raises her left forearm to shield her eyes and steps out into the horrid weather.]
17th
[Jiaying shows up to the festivities as the sun sets, calm and hiding the injuries from the hail underneath long sleeves and pants. She's here to observe. Memories or no, she is still trapped in this place, bound by their rules, stuck playing counselor, stuck with memories that seem just as real but disconnected from what she just regained.
She folds her arms and watches. Her expression transforming from cold and calculative to a form of polite friendliness when someone acknowledges her. She smiles and exchanges small talk, putting on the act as easily as she always has. She accepts a cup of liquor while saying:]
Thank you but I don't drink. Please, enjoy your night.
[When someone else places Mardi Gras beads around her neck, she smiles a troubled smile. Surely someone will help one who seems so out of place at a party?]