Post by Kiersten on Jul 6, 2023 10:46:04 GMT -6
You were cold as the →blood through your bones
And the light← which led us from our chosen homes
And the light← which led us from our chosen homes
→Well I was lost
And now I sleep←
Sleep the hours← and that I can't weep
When all I knew was steeped in →blackened holes
→I was lost←
Keep the Earth →below my feet
For all my sweat, my →blood runs weak
It wasn’t the first time Jessie had heard the insults, and if she continued to attend this school, it wouldn’t the last. After she gathered all her belonging and raced out of the hallway, she pulled out her phone and headphones, and started up the latest true crime podcasts she was currently obsessed with. She didn’t think she was a loser or a psycho if there were other people just as obsessed as she was with murder and serial killers, but maybe there was something wrong with her. She couldn’t help but be brought back to the moment she knew she became obsessed. When her detective father introduced her first cold case, and one that would stick with her forever.
Her dad sighed as he rubbed her back in comfort, “Don’t worry. It was just a nightmare.” He knew no one would be able to be looking through the window on the fifth floor of their apartment building, but he wasn’t sure how to keep her from having these nightmares that didn’t involve drugging her. “Do you want to help me look over this case?” he asked, wondering if he could distract her with a case. She had enjoyed playing the murder mystery game, maybe it would help calm her down.
Let me learn← from where I have been
Keep my eyes← to serve and my hands to learn
→And I was still ←
→I was under your spell ←
When I was told by Jesus all was well
→So all must be well←
→Just give me time←
You know your desires and mine
→For I must be well←
Keep the Earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak←
Let me learn from where I have been
→Well keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn←
And now I sleep←
Name: Jessie Emerson
Birthday: January 13
Age: 16
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Maggie Lindemann
Birthday: January 13
Age: 16
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Maggie Lindemann
Sleep the hours← and that I can't weep
When all I knew was steeped in →blackened holes
→I was lost←
Keep the Earth →below my feet
For all my sweat, my →blood runs weak
Jessie stumbled in the hallway, her books flying across the floor, papers scattering everywhere, and of course, everyone around her was laughing. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she started gathering all her textbooks, papers, and her true crime paraphernalia before anyone else could help or laugh at her some more. She couldn't wait to end the school year, and start at a fresh new place where no one knew who her dad was, who she was.
“What a fucking loser. I bet she plans to be like her dad.”
“She’s totally a sociopath. Her dad totally killed her mom you know.”
“Why did the school allow such a psycho to attend. She's going to shoot up the place one day.”
It wasn’t the first time Jessie had heard the insults, and if she continued to attend this school, it wouldn’t the last. After she gathered all her belonging and raced out of the hallway, she pulled out her phone and headphones, and started up the latest true crime podcasts she was currently obsessed with. She didn’t think she was a loser or a psycho if there were other people just as obsessed as she was with murder and serial killers, but maybe there was something wrong with her. She couldn’t help but be brought back to the moment she knew she became obsessed. When her detective father introduced her first cold case, and one that would stick with her forever.
“Daddy, I can’t sleep.” A young eleven-year-old Jessie walked into the kitchen where her father was working. He had boxes and papers strewn about, his laptop was open with more notes to go over, and a cup of coffee that had been filled multiple times already.
“Hey sweetie, did you have a nightmare?” Her dad reached down and picked her up, placing her in his lap.
“I thought I saw mommy in the window… She was asking for help.” Jessie felt herself shiver and hid her face into her dad’s chest, wanting the image of someone that looked like her mother, but wasn’t, out of her mind.
Her dad sighed as he rubbed her back in comfort, “Don’t worry. It was just a nightmare.” He knew no one would be able to be looking through the window on the fifth floor of their apartment building, but he wasn’t sure how to keep her from having these nightmares that didn’t involve drugging her. “Do you want to help me look over this case?” he asked, wondering if he could distract her with a case. She had enjoyed playing the murder mystery game, maybe it would help calm her down.
Jessie excitedly turned from her father to the table in front of them and clapped her hands. “Yes! I love mysteries.” She said, putting her hands on the edge of the table because she was taught not to touch any evidence.
“Alright, a young woman was found murdered in a ditch.” He started out with the basic details of how she was found, but didn’t give all the details not wanting to frighten her, but he was beginning to see that nothing really did, except her own nightmares.
With the memory fresh in her mind, she headed for her grandparents home, hating the fact that they felt it safer for her instead of with her dad. She didn't understand why they thought he had murdered her mother, his wife, when her cousin had told everyon in the courtroom years ago, that it wasn't him. That it was somone else.
She wondered if that person would ever surface again.
With the memory fresh in her mind, she headed for her grandparents home, hating the fact that they felt it safer for her instead of with her dad. She didn't understand why they thought he had murdered her mother, his wife, when her cousin had told everyon in the courtroom years ago, that it wasn't him. That it was somone else.
She wondered if that person would ever surface again.
Let me learn← from where I have been
Keep my eyes← to serve and my hands to learn
→And I was still ←
→I was under your spell ←
◆Perfectionist◆ [Sarcastic] ◆Curious◆ [Pessimestic] ◆ Sweet◆ [Easily distracted] | ◄Personality Traits |
Likes ► | True Crime, comic books, podcasts, Chess, tattoos, piercings, cold Cases, board Games |
Cold Fries, Hallmark Movies, Awkward Silences, group projects, mimes, asparagus, scarecrows | ◄Dislikes |
→So all must be well←
→Just give me time←
You know your desires and mine
The Acquaintances:
The Ex:
So wrap my flesh in ivy and in twine- Winona Howard - Roommate
- Reed Malcolm - Met at Rodeo
- Jake Malcolm - Would kiss him next chance she got
- Cordelia Thorn - Roommate
- None
The Ex:
- None
- William Emerson (Father)
- Dr. Angela Emerson (Mother - Deceased)
- Mark Emerson (Younger brother - Deceased)
- Hayden Nardell (Younger Cousin)
→For I must be well←
Keep the Earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak←
Let me learn from where I have been
→Well keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn←
