((ACC's chara travelled, I think. Not sure. @_@))
Stepping out the shower, Jennifer walked up to the fogged-up bathroom mirror. A towel tucked around her body, she used another, fluffier towel to frantically rub her short hair dry. With one hand, she reached over and cleared a circular patch of condensation. Blinking, she took a moment to take in her reflection. She pulled the fluffy towel off her head.
Her hair was sticking up, all of it, as if it was full of static.
"How bizarre..." she muttered. Hair wasn't supposed to do that in moist environments. Running the hot tap, she dunked her head under the faucet and repeated the drying process, with the same result. Frustrated, she decided her cap would have to do.
She got dressed and headed to the cafeteria, picking up a bowl of fruit salad to eat. To her surprise, she recieved an electric jolt when she reached for a metal fork; every time she reached for it. Her heart was starting to beat crazily, but she pushed the bad thoughts away and grabbed a plastic fork instead. She'd left that book in the lobby yesterday, and was determined to finish it--she'd be moving in with her mother tonight, so this was her last chance, even if it wasn't the best story. If you started something, you might as well finish it.
At the counter, she spotted Nurse Joy speaking with her mother, this time in full police regalia. Jenny offered her daughter a bright smile; after three days, the populace was somewhat calmer, even if it was out of misery. Chewing on a piece of pineapple, she waited for her mother to finish speaking with Joy.
"I've been a lot better," Joy confided, still looking weak, "the trainers are so kind. The solidarity they show amongst each other is remarkable...this one boy, Tom, is paying for his friends' rooms during their stay, isn't that nice?" She smiled, "it things like that that make me get through my day."
Jennifer tilted her head, pondering. Where had she heard that name before? Tom, Tom...Tom! Him! That apple guy! The kind trainer!
"Can I pay for their rooms for today?" She asked impulsively, adding quickly, "I'm a friend of his. He's low on funds because of, um, no more...y'know...battle money." Jennifer was a firm believer in reciprocity: kind actions deserved reward, after all.
Her mother stared at her incredulously, prompting her to continue the lie: "I met him when I came her with Officer McCalla. I was hungry, and he gave me an apple. He's nice. Besides, it'll be my money, not yours, mom."
Jenny beamed, pleased her daughter had 'made friends' so fast, especially with a boy. "There's no need for that, he sure seems like a generous guy! Joy, put it on my tab, will you? Now cupcake," Jennifer HATED that name, "Mama's gonna be out until five or six tonight, so I'll come and pick you up when I'm done working, alright?"
Swallowing a grape, Jennifer shook her head. "It's ok, mom. I know where your flat is, I'll just walk, it's not far, plus my suitcase is on wheels."
Jenny looked dubious. "Are you sure? It gets dark out at four PM these days, cupcake." This made Jennifer pause, and shiver. She didn't want to walk outside after dark, but all the same, the less time she spent with her mother, the better off she was.
"I-I'll manage, mom," she did her best impression of a brave smile, and Jenny melted.
"Fine. But be home before ten, alright darling?"
"Yes, mom," Jenn replied, shutting her eyes as her mother kissed her forehead and headed out the center. At about that time, a boy she recognized as Tom and another kid collided by the front door, making her wince. Her mother began to talk, probably asking if the boys were alright, but Jennifer, disinterested, walked back to the couches. She felt uncomfortable; her clothing felt staticky and itchy. How odd...