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Topic	The Notes of Cain [CYOA/Forum Game]
MariaTaylor 07/02/18 8:20:57 PM #351:	Entry 5: The View From Across the Room Jennifer Lowell's heart was racing as she saw the giant fish monster charging toward her at full tilt. A moment ago, just then, she had barely avoided having her head cleaved off with a single strike. Kidd had been punched halfway across the room like it was nothing. And yet, like it always was, her body moved on its own as soon as she was in danger. Even here, even now, she had reached the bar and taken a knee beside it. Her hand was grabbing the bottom leg of the stool beside her. Rather than turning her back, rather than trying to flee, she instinctively knew that it was best to meet this situation head on and meet the charge. Exposing her back meant surrender. It meant death. The enemy was fast. Lowell rose to her feet and swung the barstool upward even before she thought it could reach her. Normally that would have been an early swing. Yet, here, the enemy was so fast that he ended up barreling right into it. The arm of the enemy caught her around the gut, like a clothesline that nailed her right in the torso. Jen was lifted off of her feet and flung over the bar even as the wooden instrument in her hand exploded into pieces across the face of the enemy. The fish kept coming, scrambling forward over the bar and pushing her down over the other side. Just before being pushed to the ground, just before losing sight of the others, she took stock of the view from across the room. It was the same as always. Jen Lowell was alone, and everyone else was together on the other side. They would talk and laugh together, and fall in love. They would fight for each other and stick together as humans were meant to do. From the very beginning humans had always been tribal animals. Jen had no idea why she had always been excluded from the tribe, but she knew this view well. She was a young girl again in the orphanage, with no friends, in a place where sometimes you had to push others down in order to get ahead... or even to survive. And yet no one else was ever there to help her back up to her feet. She was always the one being pushed down into the mud. She wore her mud-stained dress and somehow survived past that place, only to grow up into a world that was even more unfair. The people were kept under the control of the Fisher Knights because crime was rampant in Hendrake. Supposedly the Thief Guild was to blame, and the Censors were working to eliminate the Thief Guild. Yet, somehow, it always felt like the Censors had just formed their own tribe, and the Thieves had formed their own tribe, and Jen Lowell was simply stuck by herself again... watching from across the room. While the Censors stole the liberty of the people, and the Thieves continued to steal their possessions. And despite all of the freedoms they had given up, the Thieves Guild was never really stopped. The crime and the stealing and the backstabbing and people being terrible to each other all the time... it never stopped. What could you even do in a place like that? How could you survive? What could she even do in a place like this? ... Just how the hell was she going to survive? Maybe that's why Jennifer had always been forced to become strong on her own. She never would have survived this long without anyone else looking after her. The only way she had survived was by turning into the person she was right now. Someone who could stand alone... with the rules stacked against her... but still continue standing -- without falling down. Maybe a person like that could never win, but she wouldn't lose, either. Her back slammed into the hutch on the other side. A crack formed in the glass door as her body slid down to the ground below the bar, this time on the opposite side. Gravity had done that, but it had also carried the enemy over the bar and on top of her. --- ~* Now I only see your dull imposter ~* https://imgur.com/tdhOSKc <cite>MariaTaylor posted [p:904384758] in The Notes ... [t:76752227]...</cite> <quote>Entry 5: The View From Across the Room Jennifer Lowell's heart was racing as she saw the giant fish monster charging toward her at full tilt. A moment ago, just then, she had barely avoided having her head cleaved off with a single strike. Kidd had been punched halfway across the room like it was nothing. And yet, like it always was, her body moved on its own as soon as she was in danger. Even here, even now, she had reached the bar and taken a knee beside it. Her hand was grabbing the bottom leg of the stool beside her. Rather than turning her back, rather than trying to flee, she instinctively knew that it was best to meet this situation head on and meet the charge. Exposing her back meant surrender. It meant death. The enemy was fast. Lowell rose to her feet and swung the barstool upward even before she thought it could reach her. Normally that would have been an early swing. Yet, here, the enemy was so fast that he ended up barreling right into it. The arm of the enemy caught her around the gut, like a clothesline that nailed her right in the torso. Jen was lifted off of her feet and flung over the bar even as the wooden instrument in her hand exploded into pieces across the face of the enemy. The fish kept coming, scrambling forward over the bar and pushing her down over the other side. Just before being pushed to the ground, just before losing sight of the others, she took stock of the view from across the room. It was the same as always. Jen Lowell was alone, and everyone else was together on the other side. They would talk and laugh together, and fall in love. They would fight for each other and stick together as humans were meant to do. From the very beginning humans had always been tribal animals. Jen had no idea why she had always been excluded from the tribe, but she knew this view well. She was a young girl again in the orphanage, with no friends, in a place where sometimes you had to push others down in order to get ahead... or even to survive. And yet no one else was ever there to help her back up to her feet. She was always the one being pushed down into the mud. She wore her mud-stained dress and somehow survived past that place, only to grow up into a world that was even more unfair. The people were kept under the control of the Fisher Knights because crime was rampant in Hendrake. Supposedly the Thief Guild was to blame, and the Censors were working to eliminate the Thief Guild. Yet, somehow, it always felt like the Censors had just formed their own tribe, and the Thieves had formed their own tribe, and Jen Lowell was simply stuck by herself again... watching from across the room. While the Censors stole the liberty of the people, and the Thieves continued to steal their possessions. And despite all of the freedoms they had given up, the Thieves Guild was never really stopped. The crime and the stealing and the backstabbing and people being terrible to each other all the time... it never stopped. What could you even do in a place like that? How could you survive? What could she even do in a place like this? ... Just how the hell was she going to survive? Maybe that's why Jennifer had always been forced to become strong on her own. She never would have survived this long without anyone else looking after her. The only way she had survived was by turning into the person she was right now. Someone who could stand alone... with the rules stacked against her... but still continue standing -- without falling down. Maybe a person like that could never win, but she wouldn't lose, either. Her back slammed into the hutch on the other side. A crack formed in the glass door as her body slid down to the ground below the bar, this time on the opposite side. Gravity had done that, but it had also carried the enemy over the bar and on top of her. --- ~* Now I only see your dull imposter ~* https://imgur.com/tdhOSKc</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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