Wasting it? Was Jenny wasting it by doing this? All her life she had been pushing for number one. Donovan told her, in fact, told her to go for gold. To win the game. Jenny was good at winning games. She could beat anyone if she really wanted to, but that was never what she was really all about. She...

Jenny had to take control fast. Crystal was either that crazy, or desperate to escape, but now both of them were going to fall off the edge at this rate. As the two of them tumbled, Jenny kept hold of Crystal, even as her entire body began to hurt. She gave a quick shoulder to stop Crystal from stru...

"Why?" This was all she could think about, and it was the first thing she could say. Everything condensed into a single question. Burning hot rage and a sadness that felt like it was caving away at her chest. She was still holding onto Crystal's hands. Tears beginning to flow. "You di...

The slam didn't hurt, even though it should. Her body wasn't letting her feel the pain. If she were truly thinking about it, it was probably some after-effect of the adrenaline, the way her chest wouldn't hurt until after she had made a successful play at the end of the fourth quarter, barreling acr...

((Jennifer Farrow continued from The World Ended on a Snowy Day)) She had been nursing her arm for halfway along her trip, then decided to just use the first aid kit now. If she didn't, she'd risk an infection. Bleeding like this was going to attract attention, or worse, predators... and not just th...

The good news is, Jenny was prepared for Salem to shoot. The bad news is, she wasn't Neo, and this wasn't the Matrix. The searing pain on her left arm as she dodged wouldn't be felt until later, but the bullet had grazed her skin. Jenny yelled out instinctively. Mostly out of adrenaline. A part of h...

"N-No, I-I really don't think any of us should have it until we need it, j-just let me store it somewhere--" She was panicking, and she really didn't think about it. Her fear of the weapon had taken over, and she had hurriedly tried to pull the gun away from Karen again. The tug-of-war bet...

The sarcasm could really mean anything at this point. Either the dude had lost it, or worse, he didn't mind all this killing. She shouldn't get too close, not that he probably would let her get close enough. Jenny had just gotten out of a dire situation, and she was still on edge. She wasn't going t...

Maya looked at the gun. Fear took her body's hold. Dangerous weapons are what caused people to die here, and nobody would've had proper gun training. The gun fell out of Karen's pocket just now. She could kill someone, like herself... or Maya. It was the stress, most likely, but Maya had to gain con...

Having had Maya rolled just a while ago, this kinda feels a little strange, but... I have a lot of plans for Jenny, and her arc is going pretty well. I'm enjoying writing her and I'd like to bring her out just a little bit further, since she's currently my only kid of my batch. I want to at least fi...

Jenny kept her hand on the spear. She and Salem should know, right? They can be amicable now, or start bloodshed immediately, and Jenny was hoping that there was no point to further bloodshed. The point was to survive, not earn as many kills as you can, right? Although, she supposes some people are ...

There it was.

Another weapon. A gun.

"...W-Why do you have that r-ready on you?" asked Maya, a little shell-shocked still.

((Jennifer Farrow continued from Go for Gold )) It wasn't long after that another person joined. Jenny didn't know why she chose the Sherrif's Office. She just happened to walk by, spear in tow, when she heard all of the retching and saw a boy nudging on a dead body. It's been, what, a week now, and...

Maya had already washed some of the blood off by then, but the feeling of it still lingered, and she still couldn't let it go. "Is it?" Maya responded, half-heartedly. "She just ran away after it happened," Maya suddenly said. "Didn't really have any reason to... kill... her...

(Maya Press continued from Guilt) There was barely any sleep that she got earlier, in fact, she could only remember bits and pieces of a dream. And when she dreamed, all she could dream about was Shannon's face, the last thing she saw of her when she came to see. She didn't know seeing someone dead ...