(Jennifer's looking at this boy with silent respect. Or whatever he technically was. Whatever he was didn't seem dissimilar to what she was and so far? She hasn't met anyone like her. She's on her own kill, staring at him with calculating eyes.
Jennifer would refuse to call what she was feeling as empathy. But she couldn't help but think back to when she made her own first kill and how violent that had been. She had been merciless. Brutal. The only difference was she hadn't felt the shame this kid seemed to be feeling. She floats off of the troll and lands on the earth in front of him, staring down at him coolly with detached eyes. He was way too young for her to even sniff at. She's never been great with kids either, often too blunt, and more likely to flip off a screaming toddler than politely ignore them like everyone else.
She's not repulsed or scared by his appearance. She stares at it curiously, reaching a hand out to just touch one of his - hair things. She just as quickly drops her hand. The rain was already starting to wash away the blood on her face and neck.)
There's nothing wrong with it. (She pulls her now soaking hair away from her face, scrunching it together and letting it flop over her shoulder.)
If you need to eat, you need to eat. There's nothing wrong with being hungry.
(She leans down slowly, staring at him intently now.)
Listen, Black Lagoon, where we are right now, it's dog-eat-dog. So, do you want to be eaten or do you wanna make a sushi platter out of whatever the fuck crawls out of that gate next?
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(Jennifer's looking at this boy with silent respect. Or whatever he technically was. Whatever he was didn't seem dissimilar to what she was and so far? She hasn't met anyone like her. She's on her own kill, staring at him with calculating eyes.
Jennifer would refuse to call what she was feeling as empathy. But she couldn't help but think back to when she made her own first kill and how violent that had been. She had been merciless. Brutal. The only difference was she hadn't felt the shame this kid seemed to be feeling. She floats off of the troll and lands on the earth in front of him, staring down at him coolly with detached eyes. He was way too young for her to even sniff at. She's never been great with kids either, often too blunt, and more likely to flip off a screaming toddler than politely ignore them like everyone else.
She's not repulsed or scared by his appearance. She stares at it curiously, reaching a hand out to just touch one of his - hair things. She just as quickly drops her hand. The rain was already starting to wash away the blood on her face and neck.)
There's nothing wrong with it. (She pulls her now soaking hair away from her face, scrunching it together and letting it flop over her shoulder.)
If you need to eat, you need to eat. There's nothing wrong with being hungry.
(She leans down slowly, staring at him intently now.)
Listen, Black Lagoon, where we are right now, it's dog-eat-dog. So, do you want to be eaten or do you wanna make a sushi platter out of whatever the fuck crawls out of that gate next?