you can call me great one

Jaina was standing on the beach, the volcano behind her, staring out at the water. She was also wearing a really flowy dress to make for a more stunning visual. The skirt fluttered in the wind along with her fantastic hair.

She was having so many thoughts. Sure, she'd spent her morning plotting and the moments before her wedding banging Kennedy while still in her wedding dress, and her husband had died just after the marriage was final. But that wasn't the most stressful part of her day. No, now she had to consider whether it was easier to actually get pregnant in order to keep the Stark inheritance or whether she'd be better off just faking the pregnancy and stealing a baby later. They both had their pros and cons.

She sighed to herself, looking out into the distance and wondering how her life got to be so hard.


[Totally open. No, I'm not done yet.]

Jaina saw in a chair in front of the window, gazing out pensively at nothing. She was getting married today, even if that was mostly a secret. It wasn't even that it was her first wedding. This might be the first one that ever ended in a marriage, though.

It had to! If she didn't marry Howard and end up in his will, how was she supposed to kill him and stop him from trying to crush the entire Skywalker empire while simultaneously taking hold of his fortune?

And yet...

No, she couldn't have second thoughts! She couldn't let the fact that Howard loved her derail her plan! She's blame a crisis of conscience but you needed a conscience to have a crisis of it. Even if Charles was back and didn't want her marrying someone less cute than him. Oh, she had so many thoughts!

She was interrupted from her reverie by a knock at the door. Jaina stood, pulled on the little matching robe over her red silk chemise, and went to answer it.


[I am heading to bed, but I had to post this. Obviously someone's at the door. It should be you. Yes, you. And I will answer when I wake up! Go ping.]

Waking up in a strange bed was a little new for Beth. Usually you got everything done in the backseat and then you got dropped off back at home for the night, possibly without your bra. Not knowing how she got here and knowing she hadn't gotten drunk and done something stupid, since it was hard to find alcoholic vegan options at parties, you wouldn't even believe. So this morning was already starting off weird.

Getting up and exploring her surroundings some, it didn't seem like anyone would be coming back soon, so hopefully they didn't mind her at least making herself presentable before leaving. Though when she did a quick search of the bathroom and found that whoever lived here didn't even own hair products, she was wondering what was wrong with them.

That probably meant she shouldn't check the closet. But now she had to. She had to see what it looked like. And then once she opened the door and saw what it looked like in there, she started going through it, muttering, "Boring, boring, boring, has potential, boring..."


[And Jaina is Beth from John Tucker Must Die. Can totally be open.]

Jaina had never been so happy to get called home. There was really nowhere she wanted to be less than Fandom right now, even if home wasn't exactly happy. At least at home she was nearby if if they got word on any of her missing family members. Because every single one of them was just that. Luke, Mara and Jacen had been off the radar for weeks, and Han and Leia had dropped out of contact- again- sometime over the weekend. As worrisome as it was, it was becoming normal for the Skywalker-Solos.

Her need for escape didn't even come from the weirdness of the weekend. Sure, she'd kissed people she shouldn't have and slept with someone she really shouldn't have, but that's what happened here. It was all so absurd she couldn't really take it seriously, no matter what insanity had taken place.

No, the killer was thinking being just friends with John was going well, only to end up hearing "I still love you so I can't talk to you anymore." She wasn't depressed. No, she'd even woken up pissed off, and in a way it felt good just to be able to be mad about it without worrying about ruining something, since it was too late for that. Logically, she understood his point. But mostly, if any one person could ever make her feel worse than she did now, she never, ever wanted to know about it. Even worse than getting broken up with as friends was the fact that Jaina knew that even if he were to change his mind, she'd hit her limit. She just didn't have the emotional stamina to keep up with what the last six weeks had brought her anymore.

So the door was open while she packed for home, and if she was packing more than usual, there was a part of her that was seriously hoping that she could turn it into an extended break.


[Will be a linkdrop, and door and post are open.]