INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM KARL HEISENBERG [ @macabremachinations ]: are you... jealous?
it takes everything in her not to laugh. it had been her idea to venture into the village, do a quick sweep of the area, mostly for her sake — get a feel for the full parameter, take note of significant landmarks, symbols, et cetera, maybe talk to a few villagers. she’s assuming he got the note she had left behind ( H; GOING OUT FOR SOME AIR. BE BACK IN AN HOUR. - J. ) and had decided to make an entrance, for whatever reason. whether or not that was the case — whether or not he had meant to intercept her — remains to be unseen. all she knows is that she’s the one who finds him, locked in conversation with a woman smiling a little too wide, laughing a little too loud, lingering a little too long. it’s a practiced routine she’s seen play out many nights grabbing a post-shift beer at bar jack with the other alphas, usually on chris.
what should be a pleasant memory turns sour fast; to think that a year ago, the highest stake thing in her life was winning a game of billiards alongside chris, against barry and joe. times have changed quickly and it all seems like a lifetime ago, a memory that belongs to someone else. maybe that’s why she doesn’t look like the picture of happiness when she finally meets his eye; it takes her a second too long to realize and when she does, she’s sighing under her breath and turning away, continue on the path she had been following.
it hadn’t been anything more than jill wanting to cover the ground she intended to before nightfall, so much so that by the time she returns to the factory and has situated herself at a table, expanding her notes into a proper entry into her diary, his question catches her off-guard. it takes a moment for the pieces to fall into place and when they do, she can’t hold back the scoff that falls from her lips or the inevitable eye roll to go with it.
❛ I’m building an investigation, actually. ❜ sarcasm, laid on a little too thick, somewhat undeserved, though good luck getting her to admit that. she doesn’t look up from the page as she writes, aware in the back of her mind that it probably looks like she is jealous, but not nearly invested enough to care about defending herself. he’ll forget sooner rather than later; something else will occupy his attention and she’ll be better or worse off for it. in the meantime? flat tone remains as her pen continues to scribble against paper. ❛ points for creativity, though. ❜
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