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Born: 6 June 1995
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Occupation: UMM Bookstore Clerk | Senior
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Jan 21 2018, 08:17 PM
so let me hold both your hands
in the holes of my sweaterJenny DuNyl
] & Cora Sterling
[ warnings : alcohol / alcoholism mention, self harm (cutting) / depressive thoughts ]
Neither of them mentioned the blizzard.
Or, they did, but in that roundabout way, tiptoeing around the facts of it, making it sound casual. Like there wasn't a chance that they could be stuck together for more time than they have been in a while. Like Claire wasn't out of town, like they wouldn't be alone, like this was just casual, another step in getting to know each other again. Jenny could pretend, that way, that she wouldn't notice should the weathermen be correct and the snow be blinding outside, too much to leave.
She could pretend this wasn't planned, completely unexpected. So if it goes wrong, if something happens, they wouldn't blame each other or themselves for it. Just bad luck, oh no.
So, she pretends it's just dinner, overnight while Claire's at some kind of conference or something, and ignores the stocked pantry. She makes curried rice, vegetarian, and leaves it in the pot to keep warm, and pretends its not enough to feed them for days if need be. And, when Cora comes in finally, just as the snow starts out, she smiles.
(Forces it, because even when she's made herself believe this is just a one night thing, deep down she can't help but feel nervous.)
"Hey," she says, holding the door open.
Aug 19 2017, 08:25 PM
no heart line, no sun line
no life line, no needa prologue, of sortsJenny DuNyl
) & Cora Sterling
( warnings : mentions of attempted murder / fears of death / violence, parental neglect / abuse, mentions of parental death, dissociation )
She's borrowed a phone off a complete stranger, and she knows Cora Sterling's number by heart. Meet me,
she'd said, and was surprised when Cora agreed
just like that.
She's sweating, dirty and sore but she manages to make it. A two hour walk to the ghost town, her hoodie tied and tightened around her waist and her headband askew no matter how many times she tries to fix her hair out of her face. She thinks: June's passed again, her birthday's passed and the anniversary of her mother's death has also passed once she sees the sun rising over the Monroeville ghost town.
She thinks: years ago and weeks later is when the two of them fell apart. She thinks: before that, they played here together. She thinks...
she's lucky to be alive, isn't she? A two hour walk has cleared her of thinking Jericho David is the Glitter Killer
, running through evidence and timelines in her head, but he is
some sort of sadist. Some sort of fucked up guy, some sort of person who could have killed her. So, she's lucky to be alive.
Jennifer DuNyl isn't the sort of person who believes in fate, in good things from terrible situations, when each and every year her father still makes her feel so small. Jenny doesn't think she believes in them now, either, but
well, she made a promise, didn't she? To some sort of diety, to the Earth itself that dug it's way into her fingernails.So.
So, Cora Sterling will see her sitting outside one of the Ghost Town houses, the one that months ago they'd been locked in together and Jenny pressed her hands down over Cora's mouth and nose. That's important.
She wants Cora to remember
Jenny DuNyl will see Cora walking up to her and suddenly, with the new light of the rising sun, wonder in panic why she'd called Cora
of all people. Claire was probably worried sick, and she know her home number by heart right alongside Cora's. She doesn't believe in fate, doesn't believe in destiny
, doesn't believe any of her silent pleas hours ago even meant anything
She raises her hand in a wave, exhausted, suddenly nerves raw and on end. When she speaks, it's halting, like she doesn't know what to say next. "Hey. I. Just..." and then:
"I need a ride home."
Jun 25 2017, 08:18 PM
you never told me what it was that made you strong
or what it was that made you weakJenny DuNyl
) & Joshua David
[ warnings for parental neglect / abuse, self loathing ]
(It's June again.
It's time again for him to come.)
Jenny's twenty second birthday passes with no fuss. Claire surprises her with gifts, a party of two, and then the next day things go as normal. Except, except, except she knows
what comes after again. She's been tense for weeks, remembering what came next. (It's time for him to come again, ask those invasive questions about her life, it's time for her not to be good enough again, not smart enough, not trying.)
Since Cora called her out in January, since seeing her again in February, since playing accompaniment in that fucking
concert, she's felt more thinned out than usual. A thread ready to snap.
Of course it would happen when he
One word is all it takes in that disgusted mocking tone of his, and she hates the way her voice sounds when it raises. When she's screaming into her father's face, what would you know!? what would you know!? you don't care about me, what would you know!?
She hates the way her father's fingers steeple together, watching her silently with cold cold eyes when she's brushed his coffee cup to the ground. It shatters to pieces. Claire has her hands on Jenny's shoulders, trying to hold her back, but by that point she's come to herself again. Rips herself away from both of them and bolts out the door.
She's left her phone behind purposely.
She doesn't want to be found.
She has her wallet though.
She thinks she wants to run away again.)
She doesn't realize where she's letting the bus take her until she sees the familiar patches of blueberries all around the road. It freezes her up, how easily it came, like reflex, like it took no thought at all. It has her crying again, digging her nails into her arms, hating herself, thinking he's right about me
Instead of stopping where she knows she can get to the Sterling house in a fifteen minute walk, Jenny rides the bus to the end, where they drop her off in front of a cabin like building that served as a registration and pit stop to Moosick State Park.
When she was younger she used to run away from home a lot. When she was younger, once she came here.
She remembers a boy from high school who used to camp here on weekends when it was warmer. She remembers he let her stay with her, asked nothing of it but talk about her parents, about Claire. I hear they were in the military?
and he loved
Then he joined, moved away.
She's two hours into the night, having left the rest stop just ten minutes ago and setting herself out with a sleeping bag she'd bought there before the shop closed up. She thinks she'll sleep nearby, the bathrooms there never close and there's always an attendant just in case a camper falls into trouble in the middle of the night.
She's curled up and stared at the grass, and time slips by just that fast.
She doesn't even move until she hears a sound. A soft meow from the brush that she goes to investigate.
She finds a cat
(she thinks its that cat
, the same one she met by the beach. but also, that's impossible, isn't it?)
It takes another few minutes to coax the creature to her, lift it up in her arms and stand. It takes those few minutes, and a second more, to look up and realize she's being watched.
But when she does, Jenny jumps back.
"Uh... hey. Is this your cat?"
Mar 8 2017, 08:53 AM
AND I DON'T WANT TO FIT WHEREVER
Jenny DuNyl & Cora Sterling
warnings ( ffr obsessive relationships, violent thoughts, self depreciation, parental neglect / abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation )
If she had thought that it would have caused Jenny to see Cora Sterling again, she's certain Claire wouldn't have asked her to do this.
Granted, it probably would have happened anyway.
They can't seem to get away from each other, after all.
Someone had needed piano accompaniment, and their usual pianist had gotten sick just a week before some important recital, some audition, some form of application. Jenny isn't entirely certain of the details, admittedly wasn't listening too well after the initial handshake except to gather that she was supposed to play for one of Claire's students, that she was going to smile and nod and say yes, okay, sure
. Even when Claire took her aside and asked are you sure? you don't have to...no, no, Claire, it's fine
yes, okay, sure
Claire likes it when she picks up an instrument. When she was younger she went through several: cello and piano and violin and bass and ukelele and guitar and...
only a few of them stuck, anyway. They don't have a piano in their apartment, so it's been a while since she's practiced that
and Jenny wonders but doesn't ask why Claire didn't think to find someone who actually cared
about this sort of thing. But, no matter. She's aware that she's fairly good at this sort of thing, can read music fairly easily and can pick up notes and sounds like apparently few can. It's like riding a bike,
apparently, to her, it's hard to forget. These things just fall open in her hands. Even if she doesn't care, she supposes someone like her would be best for a whatever
only a week or so away.
(no, no, Claire, it's fine... yes, okay, sure
and keep smiling and keep smiling even though Claire is one of two people who sees straight through you like you're nothing but glass... no matter, she doesn't call you on it)
She thinks anyone else could do it better if they tried
(it's only music
, and her father's voice is always there when she plays whatever instrument she was practicing at the time, just a waste of time
Claire likes it when she plays, though...
her fingers stumble at the thought, hitting a key all wrong and making a nasty sound that has her gritting her teeth. She flattens her hands across the keys, takes a breath and stretches her back and looks around. The girl she had been doing this left just an hour ago to get to some of her classes, and since Jenny only had to work this afternoon and didn't feel like driving home only to come back later, she'd stuck around the empty room with permission. Someone else had reserved it after that, though, and she already plans on making a beeline for a library once they come in.
She checks her watch. She still has time, plenty of it, and rests herself for a minute. A drink of water, stretching her fingers out, cracking her knuckles before she flips to the beginning of the music again to start over.
her fingers falter again
that nasty sound comes again
this time because she looks up and sees a figure in the doorway, jumps from the fear of not knowing how long they've been there
she stops fast, doesn't see who it is yet (probably doesn't even consider it because why would she
be here?) and turns too fast to shove her bottle of water into her bag and stand, "Sorry, I thought I had the room for another--"
(why would she
Jenny's usual smile drops out when she finally realizes that it's Cora Sterling in the doorway, her heart seems to fall into her stomach, her look turns exhausted and cold and she's on edge, disliking that if anyone were to hear her it had to be... (why would she
"What? Do you go to school here now or something?"
Sep 30 2016, 03:48 PM
stalking, unhealthy relationships, self harm / suicide ideation, violent thoughtsoutfit:
She comes here sometimes, alone.
It's strange, she supposes. Most people come with friends and family and cameras to take pictures, and she thinks of bus rides with Cora and her where they'd plan to hunt ghosts together. But, Cora was the only one she ever went with.
She's in one of the lower rooms, fingers touching a bannister covered in dust. Once they'd tried to hide here, spend the night searching for ghosts to tell them stories of the past. They were caught, immediately, sent home with a call to their "parents".
And, like most of those things that she only ever did with Cora, today she does them alone
when she wants to hurt
herself with nostalgia.
What she always thinks of, but never wants and never expects...
is what happens today.
Which is, she's the only one left. It's half an hour to closing. And, suddenly, Cora walks through the door.
(Theres a thousand things Jenny DuNyl has imagined saying to her and not one comes out. She's at a bannister, by a staircase marked employees only
and, like the coward she is, bolts down it before Cora can turn her way.)
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