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I never thought it'd come down to this. The killing, I mean. I promised dad that I wouldn't, and I honestly can't believe that I broke that promise after trying so hard. I know he's not going to be happy with me if I ever see him again. He'll probably say I'm nothing but a soldier born to fight and kill. But that's one of the reasons why part of me is hoping he doesn't show up; and then there's another part me that wants to see him again. Him, and Donna, and Rose, and Jack. I'd like see all of them again. I know Donna, Rose and Jack would probably understand...sort of...but dad...he's always been a bit set in is pacifist ways. He said he used to fight a war, that he's killed, but he's just so set in his ways now, and I doubt that's going to change. I suppose I'll just have to face up to him if I ever see him again. Just explain that I tried. Maybe he'll understand. But on the other hand, I can't help but worry that he won't. Well, I suppose I won't know until I tell him, and that's certainly not happening now with him not being here. But...I swear I'll tell him if he shows up. I really will.
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Would you mind meeting me in the library sometime around sunset?
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On second thought, let's meet at the lake instead.
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[Jenny is sitting in the Library, her journal propped on a table as she writes. When she finishes, she closes her journal and walks over to a one of the bookshelves, running her finger down the rows as she reads each of the bindings. When she reaches the ends, she sighs, her forehead creasing in a bit frustration. She still couldn't find what she was looking for, but surely they had something that could help her, right? Anything even close would be useful, but still there seemed to be nothing. Moving to another shelf, she does the same as she did before, running her finger down the row of bindings, and reading the words on them. There had to be something, right? Sure, she had an hour or two before sunset, but she still wasn't sure if she'd even find the information she was looking for by then.]
I never thought it'd come down to this. The killing, I mean. I promised dad that I wouldn't, and I honestly can't believe that I broke that promise after trying so hard. I know he's not going to be happy with me if I ever see him again. He'll probably say I'm nothing but a soldier born to fight and kill. But that's one of the reasons why part of me is hoping he doesn't show up; and then there's another part me that wants to see him again. Him, and Donna, and Rose, and Jack. I'd like see all of them again. I know Donna, Rose and Jack would probably understand...sort of...but dad...he's always been a bit set in is pacifist ways. He said he used to fight a war, that he's killed, but he's just so set in his ways now, and I doubt that's going to change. I suppose I'll just have to face up to him if I ever see him again. Just explain that I tried. Maybe he'll understand. But on the other hand, I can't help but worry that he won't. Well, I suppose I won't know until I tell him, and that's certainly not happening now with him not being here. But...I swear I'll tell him if he shows up. I really will.
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Would you mind meeting me in the library sometime around sunset?
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On second thought, let's meet at the lake instead.
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[Jenny is sitting in the Library, her journal propped on a table as she writes. When she finishes, she closes her journal and walks over to a one of the bookshelves, running her finger down the rows as she reads each of the bindings. When she reaches the ends, she sighs, her forehead creasing in a bit frustration. She still couldn't find what she was looking for, but surely they had something that could help her, right? Anything even close would be useful, but still there seemed to be nothing. Moving to another shelf, she does the same as she did before, running her finger down the row of bindings, and reading the words on them. There had to be something, right? Sure, she had an hour or two before sunset, but she still wasn't sure if she'd even find the information she was looking for by then.]
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Date: 2009-09-04 10:41 pm (UTC)*And around sunset he jogs to their usual meeting spot by the lake. Since she said library at first, he's assuming this isn't just a last minute swimming trip, so he just kicks his duster tail back and sits down against a tree, leaning his cowboy hat back so he'll be able to see when she shows up.*
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Date: 2009-09-04 10:58 pm (UTC)Sorry I'm late. I got a bit...distracted.
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Date: 2009-09-04 11:22 pm (UTC)A book I found by accident in the library. It's not what I suppose I was expecting to find, but...it surprised me to see something like this in there.
[She holds it out for Jr. to get a better look at it. The title of the book is 'Doctor Who: Beautiful Chaos' and it's obviously a Sci-fi type book.]
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Date: 2009-09-04 11:34 pm (UTC)I suppose this is just a bit strange for me. Never thought I'd find a book about dad.
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Date: 2009-09-05 12:29 am (UTC)Don't worry, I will. You'll probably have it your hands by some time tomorrow if I read through the night. I probably won't be able to sleep for a couple nights anyway since I slept last night.
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Date: 2009-09-05 01:24 am (UTC)The day I was born from the progenation machine, dad told me that after awhile, killing infects you, and that once it does, you can never get rid of it. At the time, I was on my way to fight the soldiers that were following us. You know, to buy some time. But once I started fighting, his words started to really kick in. Oh, I managed to have such open shot at General Cobb, but I didn't do it. That was my choice. And for the first time since my creation, dad was actually proud of me. He saw me, not as soldier, or a weapons, but as his daughter. He invited me to travel with him and everything. I really wish I could have.
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Date: 2009-09-05 02:24 am (UTC)Sorry, I probably shouldn't be talking about all this.
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