#jilljill

[willard-snow]

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[therealmilkmaid16-blog]

when the sponsor asked to take a photo with their sign board... #jilljill

[lucky-underdog]

“....”

“Jill!”

“Ah-! ... How long were you waiting behind that trash bin?”

“I’ll never tell. Anyways.”

“I know it’s your birthday, soooo I got you a little something~! Here.”

“Oh, Dorothy, you really didn’t have to get me anything, but thank you. Oh, the ribbon is lovely- did Priscilla wrap this?”

“Yeah, I tried to do it myself, but.... That girl’s a stationary wizard, I had to call in a favor.”

“Well, that’s so nice that you only want the best for me-”

“Oh!”

“Well?”

“It’s adorable! Where did you even find it?”

“Called  in another favor from Priscilla. She is also very excellent at sniffing out the cutest stuff.“

“Must be the nose. That big, kissable nose.”

“I... Don’t think aesthetics are something you can smell. Unless, perhaps, you are a perfumer.”

“But, erm, anyways.... Thank you, Dorothy. This is such an adorable gift. I love it.”

“You are absolutely welcome. Happy Birthday, Jill!”

[lucky-underdog]

".... You know, I never thought this school would have so many kids running around in it. I mean, not that it's a bad thing- Little kids are great, they remind me of my own little brothers- But there sure are a bunch of 'em."

"To be fair, half of the time it's actual students who have been experimented on by the science club...."

"Don't be silly. It's because the school was built on top of an area of gravitational variation. It makes tears all about the fabric of reality."

"You got that from an episode of The Twilight Zone!"

"Well, it's more logical than blaming it on a group of students that just happen to look shady!"

"They're doing that whispering thing again...."

[lucky-underdog]

µ for priss!

µ:My character’s final words to the group. 

"I can’t believe she tried to leave… It saves us a trial, but this still isn’t right…" Dorothy sighed, handing the note over for Jill to read.

"Her final words…" The Oracle’s hands trembled, as she read out the recent causality’s letter to the rest of the group.

"My Friends,

I’m sorry that I’m not as good as the rest of you at this thing. I don’t know how you guys are so brave, around all this murder and violence and…. I keep freezing up. But I hate not being able to help. So I’m going to try something.

I think I can scale the wall and make it to the other side. Once there, I’ll try to get help for everyone! I’ve seen birds on the wall, so maybe the guns are fake? So don’t be afraid, I’m sure I’ll be back soon! And if I’m not…

It’ll be nice to see Sylvia again.”

[lucky-underdog]

Jill, Þ?

Þ:My character actually killing someone. 

"Mister Jenkins, I am so glad you could join me this evening." Jill greeted the psychologist, the night air making her shiver.

"As we are both very intelligent and collected members of this group, I wish to discuss plans on how we could circumvent our current predicament- with as few casualties as possible." Jill led the way down the path for a short while, before dropping back to let the other take a momentary lead.

"I agree. It will not be easy, as it seems everyone here has something they are willing to die for- but more importantly, things they see as worth killing for." Winston nodded, seemingly unaffected by the cold- whether because of his Canadian nationality or his comfy sweater is anyone’s guess. "Whoever is behind Monobear, they just happen to know just what those things are." He frowned, blinking as he remembered motives past. "But the important thing is they only know that these are the things that will motivate us. We are the ones with the power of action here."

"That is true. These secrets are enough to divide us, which is what our mutual enemy wants." Jill paused against a tree, as Winston stopped to look up at the clear sky above them.

"But I have faith in our peers. We are some of the best in our fields, so certainly we can work together and-"

SHNK

The axe fell on the space between Winston’s shoulders, and red stained the white hair of the psychologist.  He gasped, his spine shuddering with pain as he fell down.

Winston’s vision swam, and as his ears pounded, he could hear the Oracle’s words as she leaned above him.

"Unfortunately, that is not what will happen. We are the most intelligent of our number, which means tomorrow’s trial shall be nothing for me to worry about." Jill’s gentle voice echoed in a mind that was quickly going dark.

"I hope you’re not too surprised, Winston… After all, everyone who looks at you can tell that you’re little more than a labrat.”

[lucky-underdog]

What about "Dear Diary" by Jill about Dorothy?

"First Day at Hope’s Peak. I’ve settled into my room well enough, though unfortunately I share my dorm with another girl.  I don’t suppose I have much to fret over, however.  This Dorothy Montaine is a Super High School Level Good Luck, so I should think of her as more of a token student than anything else.

She seems a bit over-eager to meet new people, but also a bit dim and spaced out- not that it is a standard American trait, but it isn’t uncommon either. I’ll have no trouble keeping her at a distance- we do not seem compatible in any conceivable way. Hopefully, she isn’t a light sleeper- if I keep a habit of getting up before she does, I can rest assured that I can see to my daily work without being interrupted.  There is nothing I have to worry from the likes of her.”