Jenna Lane

psych-nurse-joey-deactivated201

Special Delivery || Jenna & Gina

Gina stared at the woman in the driver’s seat, not sure how to react. First instinct: Call Rick, call Rick loudly, and fumble around for an ax just in case.

Her next instinct was much more tempered. “Er… I suppose I can do that.” She said quietly, standing and brushing dirt off of her dress. “Dare I ask where you found him?” She walked up to the truck, mouth set in a tight line.

#t: special delivery #chat #location: prison #gina

"Uh..." Jenna blinked. She couldn't think of the last time she'd seen anyone in a dress. Anyone alive, anyway. They weren't the best things to wear for evading biters, so it was mostly biters wearing 'em now. "Yeah, he was out in the woods. No bell on his collar or nothin'."

She laughed quietly at her own joke, but trailed off quickly. Her hands were sweating, and she pulled them off the steering wheel to wipe on her pants before offering one to the woman. "I guess I'm the new girl. Jenna."

Rising Sun||Daryl and Jenna

"If I'm ridin' shotgun with ya, they ain't gonna think you kidnapped me." He told her as the approached the gate, when they rolled to stop he got out and approached the gate. Daryl looked sternly at one of the guards, and pointed back to the truck where she sat waiting for him to return. Daryl looked mildly agitated when he turned back to the truck and walked to her, he opened the passenger door and slid back in. "People irratate me." He said shaking his head.

They sat there for a few minutes as a few others came out and pointed their weapons at the truck. "Security thing." He shrugged blowing off the dramatic scene, "Took in new folks recently, they like to show just how so useful they are." Daryl rolled his eyes at his own comment. "Lot of 'em ain't, some don't know their ass from a hole in the ground." Daryl opened the door a poked his head out, "Open the damn gate." He shouted at them.

Finally the gate opened and they pulled in, the group surrounded them weapons still drawn. He got out of the vehicle, "Put damn gun down, she's cool." The group listened to the man and did as he directed. Many of the group dispersed and went back their routines, he wave at Jenna and pointed where to put her vehicle by the others. He walked over to wait for her to do what she needed, he knocked on the window and said. "I'm gonna need you to had over the keys and all your stuff." Daryl cracked a small smile, "I'm fucking with you, keep your shit close to you some of the lil' ones like to play games." A young blonde woman passed behind them, carrying a now toddler.

#t: rising sun #para #location: prison #daryl

Jenna raised an eyebrow as Daryl climbed back into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him and grumbling about the people behind the gate. She opened her mouth as if to say something-- she didn't really know what yet-- just that for as much as he didn't look or even move like Charlie, didn't sound like him, the attitude was just too close to be believed, and it was somewhere between comedy and déja-vu. Except then the car was rapidly being surrounded by scraggly-looking folks with automatic weapons, and her jaw hung open and her other eyebrow went up.

"Useful, huh? Well..." Jenna turned to give Daryl a meaningful look. "They know which end of a pistol to hold and which one to point at other new folks." Jenna clenched her jaw a few times, tipping her head back to stretch out her neck while they waited, Daryl leaning back out of the cab to yell again, sounding as fed up as she felt, but less anxious. She wasn't sure if she should go on ahead and shift into park or what, if this was going to be a drawn-out thing, but then the gates opened, and Jenna exhaled loudly through her nose.

Still, there were more folks needing to be put in their place, here, too, and it was true-- most of them were clumsy handling their guns, looking more like The Lost Boys following a hillbilly Peter Pan than the gang or militia Jenna had always assumed the prison residents were. There was even... was that a fuckin' baby? Jenna grinned at Daryl through the driver's side window when he'd knocked, eyes still wary and still feeling jumpy, but re-evaluating the defenses she had up now that she was seeing at least part of the place. "Watch out or I'll sue your ass for false advertising, motherfucker. After I lock this up, where to next?"

kat-davies

Mid-day Musings II Kat & Jenna

kat-davies

Kat kept her aim even as she heard the response, although she did relax slightly, she knew better than to let her guard down. Humans could be more dangerous than the walkers around. “Show yourself, I swear I won’t fire”. She paused as she heard the following words, finally letting her cross bow down a little, “You don’t have to leave - well, if you’re going to try and loot me, you can go - but otherwise as long as you mean me no harm, we’ll be fine.”

She moved back a little, curious as she caught site of the girl, she seemed - clean. Which honestly was a rare thing to see, so she must have been somewhere with well, clean water at least.

#t: midday #chat #location: lake #kat

She nodded, and took a deep breath. Well, she'd have to come out sometime. Jenna'd managed a decent haul going from house to house before meeting up with Alina, so abandoning the bag was out of the question. Jenna held her hands up, stepping closer to the stranger and the shore.

"Likewise," she replied, as the silent tension drew out awkwardly. "Uh, I mean about the... being fine thing. And not firing, too. Both."

Still, Jenna felt like she could hear the theme from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly playing-- her hand twitched a bit towards the knife holster at her side, more out of instinct than anything, but she held back the urge to rest a hand on her blades, knowing it could be interpreted as hostile. Jenna tried to even out her breathing. She knew she was only this twitchy because she was at such a disadvantage, with her supplies out of reach, too far from her truck to make a run for it, and outgunned. It wouldn't help her to be rash.

Searching II Lyric and Jenna

"Exactly.. I don’t know you, so.. why would you offer me sweets?" Lyric quickly answered back, although there was no malice or suspicion in her tone, she had a small smile forming on her lips. It was interesting but also welcoming, finding someone who didn’t seem to want to harm her, and instead seemed to want to offer her something instead, it was funny, a good funny though.

She gave a small look quickly though, at the response she bit at her lip, she knew most stores were taken over. People who had looted allowed walkers entrance, or worse. People had tried to find a safe place to sleep.. and never came out again. “Are you really-really sure..? You don’t want to take even one?” at the mention of her siblings she glanced back down at the packet, Cliff and Melody would probably find the idea of a simple pack of sweets amusing, before completely joining in with her on enjoying the treat. The simple thought made her smile before speaking up a soft but meaningful, “Thank you..”.

#t: searching #para #location: woods #lyric

"Oh, you know, just trying to lure kids out to gingerbread houses out here in the woods." Jenna snorted, stifling a loud chuckle. Fairy tales about cannibals in the forest used to be part of the realm of fantasy. "...Hell, why not? It'll do you more good than it does me. It's getting eaten by somebody, and with things the way they are now, that's what matters. Someone oughta get sweets out of it." Besides, the way Jenna figured it, she'd already gotten a full adolescence's worth of junk food, fried garbage, and sugary crap in her life during her own teenage years-- these things were scarce now, but it was pretty... cool, that there was still enough for another generation to get a turn.

Maybe one last hurrah, anyway, at least before people figured out how to make halfway decent desserts again. If enough people survived to make it that far. Until then, why not let kids be kids in a candy shop? It was better than sending teenagers like Lyric out to scrounge for themselves, with the biters and bandits out there. This was better.

"I'm good, really." The more Jenna thought about it, the more it was true. She had enough food that it wasn't life-or-death, for now, and if it came down to that, it would be good that the candy'd been there for someone hungry. "Don't have much of a sweet tooth, anyway. And possession is nine tenths of the law, or whatever, so. It really is yours now." Jenna grinned. "You're welcome."

notorious-nox-deactivated201406

The Huntsman | Chase & Jenna

notorious-nox-deactivated201406

Chase looked over his shoulder a small smirk on his lips as his eyes fell on the source of the voice that had answered his call. “Well if you hadn’t answered me then I might have had something to worry about huh? That being said I will be sure to take more precautions the next time I bag myself a deer.” Chase moved slowly around the carcass until it now hung between himself and the woman. Though she had given him her word that she was no robber she had not said anything about being a murderer. The way Chase saw it, it was no longer stealing if the owner was dead.

As he began to work the meat with seasoned hands his eyes moved to the woman drinking her in. She was lean and in good shape and well fed, or what could pass for well fed in this new world. She looked as though she could take care of herself which was something he admired. Then again it was hard not to admire one such as her; long legs led up to a petit core. Dark complexion and hair, not to mention the large brown eyes that now roamed over his kill. Her last statement caught him off guard but the smirk on his lips slowly pulled into a smile. Not only looks but brains to match. She was fishing for an indicator that would let her know if he was alone or with a group. “I never much cared for tripe or chitlins. Liver on the other hand is one of my personal favorites and has a lot of the vitamins most people’s diets lack these days.”

Though he was alone and had no intent of hurting the woman before him he wasn’t so sure that telling her so was the best course of action. If he were to admit that he was alone and she was with a group it could put him in a less than desirable situation. “If your people are scarce on food by all means take all the tripe and chitlins you can carry.” His ploy was even more obvious than hers but the coy smile on his lips said what he mind was thinking. He suspected this woman was just as alone as he was and that this little game was pointless. Chase hoped that there was no need for either of them to fear the other.

#t: huntsman #chat #location: woods #chase

"...Huh." He was confident, Jenna gave him that. Or cocky. He could've been underestimating her-- or he could've had a reason to. Maybe he was gambling that she wouldn't shoot him herself (not that she very well could, but he didn't know that; besides, gunfire and large amounts of blood weren't a good recipe for getting out of anywhere unnoticed, and that wasn't Jenna's style). Or he figured he could take her in a fight, or had people nearby. Not much she could do about it, in any case, and he could probably knock her out fairly easily, but his returning to the deer carcass ground her gears.

"You don't exactly look like you're hurting for iron. Can't speak for most people's diets." Jenna had been living off of whatever packaged food she could scrounge, long-expired multivitamins, and the occasional rabbit the past few years; she'd had lean times in there, but this guy was out here hunting big game, looking like it suited him just fine. She thought for a moment before answering the unspoken question-- or challenge-- the stranger responded with. "Never learned how to cook 'em, myself," Jenna tried, cautiously. "Why, do I look scarce on food?"

She took a few steps to the side, trying to keep the man in her line of sight, slowly rotating their positions around the deer. It was possible he was harmless-- or, more likely, didn't mean her any harm, at least for now but... she hesitated, then sheathed the hunting knife at her back. Jenna was still armed, weapons close at hand if she needed them, and she didn't hear any movement nearby that would indicate anybody else watching or listening in. She shook her head. He was either the most arrogant prick still breathing, or he was too damn observant for her to get any answers without asking outright. Smart motherfucker. Jenna'd never been that kind of clever, and it made her uneasy. "Name's Jenna. You with one of the groups around here?"

Special Delivery || Jenna & OPEN

Jenna managed a tight-jawed grin through the passenger window of the truck past Daryl, and had pressed the button to her side to noisily roll her own down (electric windows had come a long way since 1996) before returning her hands to the steering wheel. She'd anticipated the people from the prison would want to talk to Daryl before she'd be welcome to make any sudden movements like getting out of the truck as soon as she was past their gates.

Eventually someone approached where she was seated, and Jenna did her best to act like this was normal for everybody, and not a collection of predators sizing each other up.

"Somebody lose a perfectly good redneck out here? I need someone to sign for him."

#dckstarter #t: special delivery #chat #location: prison #(inside the gates)

wzrd181

#face

Rising Sun||Daryl and Jenna

Daryl almost burst out into laughter her response to that comment was hilarious, but rather all he did was shake his head and grin from almost ear to ear. “Fancy drivin’ huh, start driftin’ ‘round corners and shit.” The smile started to disappear from his face, as they saw more of the undead-lings coming out of the wood work. It always still kind of amazed him just how many there were, then again about ninety-five percent of the population had been affected by the virus.

She was right however the work alone would become cumbersome on just one person by themselves. However before the outbreak there never was a shortage of fast food restaurants having tons of the grease that once every body in the world shoveled into their faces with absolutely no regard for there health whatsoever. “Guess why fix what ain’t broken.” He muttered in agreeance with the woman driving, what ever got her by and worked was enough.

"Oh yeah totally save the trees, save the bees and all that other bullshit that goes along with it. When this happened coulda just hopped in my Prius and drove were ever i wanted to go." He rolled his eyes at his own comment, in a very joking matter. "Pull up to the front gate, prisoner intake." He told her as they rounded a corner in the direction of the facility, "Not some secret code neither, it’s hand shake, take a bit to teach ya though."

#t: rising sun #para #location: woods #on the road to #location: prison #daryl

Jenna laughed outright at Daryl's response. "Tires are bald enough for it, hell." She wound the truck neatly around most of the bodies milling in their vague direction in the road. Most of them were too far away to be worth swerving for, slow enough that their driving speed put them in the rearview faster than they could figure which direction the sound of the car was coming from. "You coulda driven anywhere with a working plug, you mean." She shook her head.

"...Prisoner intake," Jenna repeated, drawing the words out, remembering that she'd be in a cell once she was inside. "Roger that." She pulled the truck in closer towards the prison, noticing people manning the fences, ready to open the gates for them-- or not. She had a split-second where she worried she was delivering her truck and all her supplies, making herself easy to dispose of, but she reminded herself once the truck had been running, Daryl could have taken the truck and the keys easy as pie; they could've even walked back, since the truck had been her idea, after all. It was just nerves.

She squinted through the windshield to the figures with guns waiting beyond the chain-link. "Now'd probably be a good time to get that top secret hand shake started before your friends decide I kidnapped you or something."

Searching II Lyric and Jenna

Lyric was just very curious, trusting someone was harder after being on your own so long, everyone seemed to be a bit more of a threat. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude..” she bit at her lip, her hand playing with the knife on her waist, it was a subconscious thing she did, having the object in her hand simply made her feel a tiny bit safer.

Her eyes instantly moved to what Jenna was doing, her eyes lit up slightly at the sight of the packet, it really was a rare thing these days to see any form of candy or sweets, she hadn’t actually had many sweets when younger, purely because her father hated the things in his house, but she remembered good things about them, her brothers always snuck her something or another. Melody did too, she remembered sleepovers with her sister and them staying up eating things their brothers got them.

Lyric looked up confused as the bag was thrust towards her, “Y-You’re giving them to me..?” she paused before speaking up again, “I… I don’t even know where my siblings are…I don’t need all of them.. I.. even one would be great, I know how rare things like this are now, you should keep the rest for yourself.” she found herself giving a small smile regardless, she felt happy almost, over some silly bag of candy being offered to her by someone that was well a stranger.

#t: searching #para #location: woods #lyric

"Naw, it's fine. I mean, you don't know me, so." Jenna shrugged.

Lyric's hesitation over the candy surprised her, though. And it made her feel bad. Not so much guilt as-- if things had been normal, yeah, Jenna probably had a decade on the girl, if not more. She could've given Lyric candy at Halloween or something, and it would've been completely normal, and no big deal. But there'd been no Halloween for three years or so, by now. And Lyric not knowing where her siblings were gave Jenna's stomach a nasty lurch. Everybody's days were numbered, children's most of all. "That's all the more reason. Seriously, I can get more, there's stores everyplace out here."

She grinned back. It was only kind of a lie. It was true Jenna could scrounge up more sweets, though stores that had them were fewer and farther between, but she'd already decided to give these away. "I want you to have them. Save some for your siblings, in case they show up, you know?" She couldn't bring herself to say if they were alive, but she also wasn't going to fully lie to Lyric and say when. Just. "In case" was the best anyone got anymore.

destructive-damion

As Jenna and Damion fell down the rocky, jagged crag, he tried his hardest to hold onto her and direct any impacts onto himself. He succeeded for the most part, and it was a lot rougher on his back and limbs than he had expected, but he knew he didn’t catch them all and Jenna was subject to several impacts herself. “Fuck- Shit- fuck-“

He continued to mumble profanity through the duration of their fall, right up to the moment he became submerged in the freezing cold of the river. When they had fallen in, he had just happened to be the first one, and luckily for Jenna, he was the one to slam into the rock at the bottom of the stream. It did, however, force him to let go of Jenna and begin to be carried off by the current. He regained consciousness from a small black out only a little ways down the river, though, and breaking through the surface he called back to her, “Jenna! I’m alright, I think!” He pushed himself above the water, fighting the moonlight for the sight of his companion.

Finally, he won, and he raised his arm out of the water for her to see. He pointed to the bank to his left side and her right side, hoping they could regroup there to find any missing supplies and check out their wounds. Damion crawled onto the bank in good time, sputtering and coughing up water as he laid his head down in the sandy-mud of the river bank. He scanned the area quickly before looking down at himself for any major wounds, and he didn’t much care for what he found. There was a long gash down the inside of his left leg that was visible through a cut in his jeans, blood gently trickling from the opening and leaving his body to churn with the water nearby. “God damn it,” he muttered as he heard Jenna’s footsteps approaching.

#t: campfire #para #location: woods #damion

She turned, relieved. Jenna would have heard if any of the ghouls along the shore had him, but if Damion had drowned, or if there were biters buried in the silt along the riverbed, he would have just been... gone. She hated that. The idea of losing anyone in this madness. Life slipping away from humanity as a whole; from someone who'd been good to her. But he was okay.

Jenna managed to awkwardly paddle to where Damion had pointed out, the arm that she'd hit still stiff-- it would swell and bruise once she was out of the cold water long enough, she knew, but Jenna could move all her fingers and nothing felt dislocated, though that shoulder's muscles were already tightening in protest of being asked to swim, and the fall hadn't done her back any favors. She'd lost stuff, sure, but Jenna'd come back from worse.

Her feet were heavy in the mud walking towards where Damion was still prone, and, she could tell from what little she could make out in the near-darkness, not as alright as he'd implied. "Shit." There was blood, dark against the pale skin of Damion's leg through a hole in his pants, the fabric torn enough that the slice underneath it was probably jagged, and not the cleanest injury to have. There was no way for her to know how deep it was.

She stumbled hurrying to crouch next to him, thoughts going a mile a minute, trying to take inventory, place where they were in her mental map, and figure out what to do if someone was bleeding. Jenna turned her backpack around in front of her-- she'd lost the food she'd managed to scrounge together, and her wrench, and a bunch of batteries. The flashlight she'd picked up to go with them, which would've been handy right about now, was, of course, not waterproof, and was smashed besides. "Fucker!" Pencil box, pencil box, pencil box-- she found it, the heavy plastic still intact, and too large to fit through the new hole in the bottom of her backpack, and she cracked it open. Still dry.

She pulled out a small packet, ripping the silly pastel plastic off the sanitary napkin before handing it to Damion. "Hold this to it. It'll absorb the blood." She had a small roll of paper tape in the box for emergencies like this, too, and ripped it noisily to strap the pad to Damion's leg when he was ready. "Can you walk? I think I can get us to my car from here."

motionburnsthemood

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans

#[home]#jenna

kat-davies

Mid-day Musings II Kat & Jenna

Kat knew it was probably a bad idea for her to sneak off, but she was becoming increasingly irritated with some certain people. And she knew it was only a matter of time before she snapped, and being knew well, she didn’t want to be on too many peoples bad sides so quickly. So she left for a bit, shouldering her crossbow before heading off for a bit, she figured she might be able to find a few things to bring back to hopefully make peace if anyone noticed her gone. And so far she had a few things, including a little chocolate she was pleased to find and safely tucked it away in her bag, Melody might be able to make some chocolate covered strawberries after all.

But for now she was enjoying the solitude as she found herself near a lake she dropped herself down, pulling out a nice looking apple as her eyes dropped to the water. It wasn’t often she found herself alone anymore, normally at least her sister was at her side. The water looked a lot like how she often felt, it seemed nice from a distance but when you were close you could see it wasn’t so clear - it was tainted. She gave a small sigh before tossing the apple core aside, a sound behind her made her tense before she turned, her crossbow aimed at where the noise came from. “Walker or Human? Show yourself before I assume the first and shoot. I promise I won’t miss.”

#t: midday #chat #location: lake #kat

Jenna stopped where she was standing, where she'd begun to cross into a clump of stiff, tall grass near the lakeshore. This was part of why she avoided places like this unless she needed to be there-- too many living people were on edge, trigger-happy. They had good reason to be, but damn. It had been a few days since Jenna had been back to her truck, and she was not happy about it at all. "Human."

Still, she bit her lip. Jenna had taken the opportunity before leaving the cabin she'd spent the night in to wash her hair, and clean her weapons; but her bag was still tucked a few feet away, not so far away that the sandy loam had given way to thicker, heavier dirt, but not close enough that Jenna wouldn't have to take a few steps to grab for it, hidden deeper into the patch of grass she'd started into. She wasn't sure if the woman had seen it, but the stranger had an arrow trained on Jenna, and she wasn't keen on her odds if this escalated.

Jenna edged one foot closer to her backpack. "I was just leaving. If you'll excuse me."

notorious-nox-deactivated201406

The Huntsman | Chase & Jenna

Chase pulled a long hunting knife from his belt as he hoisted the freshly killed deer up by the rope that wrapped firmly around its hind legs. The creature had been the efforts of much of his evening. Just as he got close enough to fell it with an arrow a group of walkers would scare it away. Frustration had sunk in after several such attempts until finally he had loosed an arrow piercing the creature’s chest. It had only managed to run a few feet before dropping dead as the arrow had not only managed to strike the heart but both lungs as well. This was made even clearer by the sheer amount of blood that poured from the beast’s chest as it was split open. The work was easy enough and before long the intestines, stomach and other organs Chase didn’t care for were slung into a pile while the heart and liver were placed neatly in another. He had just begun to carve into the meat when the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. His grip on the knife tightened though a welcoming smile took to his lips. It was too late to move for his bow that rested against the tree that now held the deer and this left him few options; the most obvious was to be as polite as possible. “You know, it’s not very nice to sneak up on folks in times like this.”

#t: huntsman #chat #location: woods #chase

"...And who said I'm nice?" She blinked, though, and raised her hands. One was holding her own blade, but she wasn't about to drop it, considering the stranger had apparently dropped a deer on his own. "I ain't here to rob you. But considerin' I could've been dead, you might've wanted to be more ready than that for unexpected company. Especially with this mess." Jenna wrinkled her nose. The metallic smell of blood was incredible, the closer she got to the man's kill, and she was amazed that he hadn't been swarmed by biters already.

Jenna narrowed her eyes at the strung up animal, weighing her options. The man was strong enough-- and smart enough-- to hoist it up for a field dressing, which made sense. Less to carry, less smell, though if you weren't careful, you could end up leaving a bloody trail back to wherever you slept. But it wasn't like anyone had a deep freezer to store all that meat-- in times like this. Or easy ways to transport quartered three-pointers back to a camp. He would have to be with somebody.

She readied herself to run, if she had to, adjusting her grip on the knife in her hand and staying several feet away from the stranger. Emboldened, and curious to see how he'd respond, she added, "You know, you got enough water set up, you can keep the guts there for tripe. Fried chitlins. More food for you and your people."

markmuellerblows-deactivated202

#face

Searching II Lyric and Jenna

Lyric nodded just slightly, her bottom lip quickly tucking between her teeth, she had left little signs and messages in the past - but so far nothing had worked - sure she checked a few still even now. But her heart was slowly giving up hope of finding her siblings, she prayed they were ok still though.

She tilted her head at the words, giving a small shrug, “I’m not unarmed though - I’m not stupid…you dont seem like much of a threat, but you could be, I know that.” she went quiet again, moving slowly she still kept her eyes on the other girl, it was clear that she wanted to trust someone, but she did know better. People were tricky, it was the living that were honestly the most dangerous - walkers you could predict, people you couldn’t.

At the question she raises her eyes, “You just warned me about putting my gun away - and now you’re offering me candy?” it did sound a bit creepy but the offer of candy was amazing, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had something sweet at all. Chocolate bars, skittles. anything really, sounded amazing.