Ambrosia_64
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TUESDAY 8 PM
Jenna pulled the pink sweater dress over her head, being slightly tender with her previously wrecked arm-but it was just about good as new. Pulling open a drawer in the dresser that sat across her bed in the teeny tiny single dorm room, she retrieved a black hoodie and a pair of yoga pants. The space was hardly bigger than most people's closets-upon opening the door, there was maybe seven feet to the opposite wall. A dresser was on the left, the top of which held several books, a tennis racket, and a stand up mirror. On the right was a twin sized bed with colorful bedding. A bulletin board hung above the bed, neat notes and reminders pinned to it, along with a few photos of friends and family. There wasn't room for anything else, the narrow space between the bed and dresser only about a foot and a half wide.
Small, but it was free. Nestled in the far back of the Academic wing, Jenna and several other 4.0 students lived in the quiet here, studying their nights away. Well...she would have been, were it not for her volunteer job.
Jenna paused to frown at her own reflection. The bruising that had been on her thighs and chest was gone now. The nastiness that had been her arm had also faded away, her russet, brownish red skintone unmarred and unblemished with any evidence of her previous injury.
She hadn't really tested the limits of her healing ability, before. She was grateful for that-Friday had been a rather painful awakening to just how dangerous this job could be. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again. Hopefully.
...was she really going to go out there, knowing Rush might be around? Jenna's teeth worried at her lower lip slightly, her hands taking out the pearl earrings she had worn today. She thought about what Laura's echo had said when she saw her in the Speed Force, first got her powers. What she had been tasked to do.
Laura wasn't here to look after the city, anymore. It was up to her-and while the job should have probably gone to someone tougher and more capable, the responsibility was hers. She had to try. There wasn't anyone else.
Jenna sucked in a breath and pulled on the hoodie, snagging her backpack as she turned out the light and left. She'd get out of sight and pull her boots on, go change into her costume in the secret base, get ready for tonight just as she had every night for the past six months. The people of the city needed protecting. She was here to look out for the little guy.
Jenna pulled the pink sweater dress over her head, being slightly tender with her previously wrecked arm-but it was just about good as new. Pulling open a drawer in the dresser that sat across her bed in the teeny tiny single dorm room, she retrieved a black hoodie and a pair of yoga pants. The space was hardly bigger than most people's closets-upon opening the door, there was maybe seven feet to the opposite wall. A dresser was on the left, the top of which held several books, a tennis racket, and a stand up mirror. On the right was a twin sized bed with colorful bedding. A bulletin board hung above the bed, neat notes and reminders pinned to it, along with a few photos of friends and family. There wasn't room for anything else, the narrow space between the bed and dresser only about a foot and a half wide.
Small, but it was free. Nestled in the far back of the Academic wing, Jenna and several other 4.0 students lived in the quiet here, studying their nights away. Well...she would have been, were it not for her volunteer job.
Jenna paused to frown at her own reflection. The bruising that had been on her thighs and chest was gone now. The nastiness that had been her arm had also faded away, her russet, brownish red skintone unmarred and unblemished with any evidence of her previous injury.
She hadn't really tested the limits of her healing ability, before. She was grateful for that-Friday had been a rather painful awakening to just how dangerous this job could be. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again. Hopefully.
...was she really going to go out there, knowing Rush might be around? Jenna's teeth worried at her lower lip slightly, her hands taking out the pearl earrings she had worn today. She thought about what Laura's echo had said when she saw her in the Speed Force, first got her powers. What she had been tasked to do.
Laura wasn't here to look after the city, anymore. It was up to her-and while the job should have probably gone to someone tougher and more capable, the responsibility was hers. She had to try. There wasn't anyone else.
Jenna sucked in a breath and pulled on the hoodie, snagging her backpack as she turned out the light and left. She'd get out of sight and pull her boots on, go change into her costume in the secret base, get ready for tonight just as she had every night for the past six months. The people of the city needed protecting. She was here to look out for the little guy.
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