Jessie Angus Beyond 101Full name: Jessica Mae AngusSong: Miri - 불꽃Other names: Jessie (tag)JessamaeAge/DOB: 17Physical/Mental Gender: Girl/Girl. Though she is relaxed in her feminine identity, she does not identify as a boy even in part.Cultural Heritage: East coast U.S., generically UK-descendantParentage: Sylvia Angus, a hard-working librarian; Michael Angus, a lawyerProsperity: Middle middle-class; both parents are employed~~Height: 5'7"Weight: 140lbBuild: Narrow-shouldered, but not thinSkin-tone: Pale CaucasianEyes: Big, droopy-lidded muddy brown eyes, slightly lacking in symmetryHair: Dark brown, long-ish, unkempt ponytail with barrettes to keep it out of eyes, greasy and uninterestingNose: SnubMouth: Wide mouth, thin lips, teeth straight due to recently removed bracesEars: Long ears, flatter against head than most, attached earlobeScars/other markings: Very old burn scar on right forearm, seven inches long, four inches at its widest, between wrist and elbowG
David v JessieDavid: Okay, found my notes.Jessie: You actually made notes?David: Yeah. I have trouble reading, not writing.Jessie: ...I'm gonna give you a second to let that sink in.David: Okay, just for that, I'm gonna go ahead and ask you the forbidden question.Jessie: Terrifying.David: Alright, first question--How old are you?Jessie: That's stupid. You know exactly how old I am.David: Yeah, but they don't.Jessie: They who?David: Whoever. Just answer the question.Jessie: I don't see why you can't do it.David: Because it's my job to ask the questions.Jessie: Okay fine. I'm seventeen.David: Good job. If it takes that long to answer each question, we're never gonna get outta here.Jessie: Hey, this was your idea, I could be doing a million better things.David: So seventeen is pretty young to be in the inventing cir
Desert Dogma Chapter 3Chapter Three: The Good DoctorAlmost immediately, both doors burst open with a sound like a gunshot. Mercy leapt back, barely in time to avoid a broken nose. She managed to refrain from grabbing her pistol, but only just.Standing between the two excitable doors was a woman. Though she did not quite tower over Mercy, she did give the impression of immense height. This was, no doubt, due to the heels of her laced boots, but her hair played a part as well.Like a grievous accident, it was difficult not to stare at the upswept mass of thin curls. It looked like a nest of copper wires."That's a fair nasty cut you have, but it looks like you've already seen to it," the woman said, easing back to rest her weight on her heels. "So I assume that you are not here for medical assistance."Shaking herself internally, Mercy said, "That is correct, I'm not. I'm here to accept the posting you sent across the overhead.""O
Desert Dogma Chapter 2Chapter Two: Destination BluesAll of the advantages of a desert night melted away with the first rays of the sun. Mercy tugged her goggles back down over her eyes. The heat began as a warm sensation, easing the numbing cold from her skin, but not quite reaching her bones.It wasn't long before her bones went ignored behind the whinging of her sweat glands."How do you live like this from day to day?" she asked, uncorking a hip flask.Tansey held up a dismissive hand and waved it around for a moment before returning his attention to the steering wheel. "You'd be surprised how closely the human body resembles a rubber band, miss.""It doesn't," Jonas interrupted, tensing his shoulders. "Mind what you say to the young, Mister Tansey.""He won't," Spaz said, grinning. "But many a soul'd admiring your trying, Mister How. Our Tansey is incorrigible.""Now there's the rat callin' the dog a scavenger.""An' why not?
The Repositioners: ProloguePrologue: Jonah"Hey mom?""Just a sec--what is it, sweetie?""Would you miss me if I was gone?""No, she said Friday was better. I don't know why. What was that, Jonah?""Never mind."He closed the refrigerator, holding the Tupperware of sliced watermelon in one hand. He set it on the breakfast bar and peeled back the neon blue lid. Plenty left for one person.After serving himself, he put the Tupperware container away. Humans are creatures of habit, he told himself. Food goes in the refrigerator, dishes go in the sink. He slumped in his chair, tapping his fork on the lip of the bowl.The wet towelish texture of the watermelon filled his mouth as he continued thinking, memorising the room. No one had remembered to take the leaf out of the table, or even to take off the tablecloth. The night before, his brother had dropped a cupcake on it; the green and blue frosting marks were sti