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a_time_slip) wrote2012-04-10 01:47 pm
a_time_slip) wrote2012-04-10 01:47 pm
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The gruel came in a colorless bowl made of soft, flexible plastic which barely held it's shape when filled with the lumpy and gray substance. Even oatmeal had more taste and texture than the gruel. From what she remembered, it tasted like sawdust. No. Sawdust had a little more flavor. It tasted like bland sawdust, with a slightly sandy and slimy texture.
A bowl of that would be her breakfast in the morning, along with a cup of water, the cup made from the same colorless plastic as the gruel bowl, and the lukewarm water tasting slightly metallic.
What Janie wanted was pancakes and ice cream, with her children and Phoenix. Pack. She wanted their sticky hugs, and to get a bit in her hair. She wanted Phoenix to laugh and for them to have a play fight. The children would do something to make them laugh, and it was a wonderful start to the day.
Lynn wanted a pet. She would say yes this time because her daughter was so mature, she was so brave, she would take care of it. Sam might want one too. She planned to stay with them as promised.
Instead, she had gruel to look forward to, all because she wanted to escape for a few seconds.
Janie's new home was on an island, one that she started to shape and change the moment she arrived. Some of the changes were done unintentionally, such as the quantum shield that now protected the entire island and much of the water surrounding it; or the time stasis which kept all the residents the same age as the world outside changed.
She didn't know about the unintentional changes. She did know about the workshop, containing a world of clockwork figures, that would only come to life when she wasn't around. There was the garden, which was full of native and alien flowers and fruits and vegetables, and contained a duck pond.
The island was becoming hers, and she wanted to see it. To peek in on the clockwork workshop, and look at the ducklings, and get some items from the big Victorian house that was now hers. The house with the second floor that was only sometimes there.
Her teleport was intercepted, and she was sent to a cell which had been her nightmare for what seemed like months.
"I want a trial" demanded Janie, loudly. She didn't want the gruel, or the water, or to sleep on that ice cold concrete floor. "I know you're listening! I have the right to a trial, even under your laws! I want my trial NOW."
There was no response, and she shouted several more times, until her throat was hoarse.
After Janie stopped demanding the trial, she was suddenly in the Council room.
"You have broken the conditions of your release, and are hereby and forever more condemned to cell 7453789953-B, in the Council dungeon. You are considered a threat to-"
The almost bored voice stopped when Janie pushed over the glass podium. There was complete silence right before it shattered into an array of glimmering shards of glass.
"I'm going to have pancakes for breakfast." Janie said, watching as uniformed guards rushed to subdue her. Why didn't they just teleport her out of there?
Dampeners. Dampeners which stopped teleportation, which left her completely helpless and at the mercy of the guards who were now trying to stab her with a syringe. Janie gave them another half second to get near her before she kicked one leg high in the air, and spun. That took out two of them anyway. Another got a punch in the face and the last ran for backup.
Janie quickly crouched down, and tugged a blaster from the weapons belt of the guard. She also grabbed the syringe.
"Your behavior is unacceptable. Please lower your weapons." The voice of the council member sounded a lot more worried and afraid than it had just a few moments ago.
"I'm having pancakes." said Janie, aiming for and firing at a dampener. "With my kids. I'm going to live wherever I please." she fired at another. "This council is going to leave me the hell alone as long as I don't try to blow up the city."
She methodically began to destroy the other dampeners in the room, when a small child ran into the room.
"Stop! We request that you reconsider. The Council only wishes to protect the city."
The child stopped her for a second- somehow the Council knew some of her weaknesses. She tried teleporting to her cell block, but first she had to destroy a dampener that led to the dungeon, and then one that led to the right floor, and finally, the cell block. Janie found her cell, and destroyed that dampener.
"Give me that damn gruel again and I do a lot worse."
With that, the time traveler broke apart the syringe, dropped the blaster and teleported out of the Council's custody.
A bowl of that would be her breakfast in the morning, along with a cup of water, the cup made from the same colorless plastic as the gruel bowl, and the lukewarm water tasting slightly metallic.
What Janie wanted was pancakes and ice cream, with her children and Phoenix. Pack. She wanted their sticky hugs, and to get a bit in her hair. She wanted Phoenix to laugh and for them to have a play fight. The children would do something to make them laugh, and it was a wonderful start to the day.
Lynn wanted a pet. She would say yes this time because her daughter was so mature, she was so brave, she would take care of it. Sam might want one too. She planned to stay with them as promised.
Instead, she had gruel to look forward to, all because she wanted to escape for a few seconds.
Janie's new home was on an island, one that she started to shape and change the moment she arrived. Some of the changes were done unintentionally, such as the quantum shield that now protected the entire island and much of the water surrounding it; or the time stasis which kept all the residents the same age as the world outside changed.
She didn't know about the unintentional changes. She did know about the workshop, containing a world of clockwork figures, that would only come to life when she wasn't around. There was the garden, which was full of native and alien flowers and fruits and vegetables, and contained a duck pond.
The island was becoming hers, and she wanted to see it. To peek in on the clockwork workshop, and look at the ducklings, and get some items from the big Victorian house that was now hers. The house with the second floor that was only sometimes there.
Her teleport was intercepted, and she was sent to a cell which had been her nightmare for what seemed like months.
"I want a trial" demanded Janie, loudly. She didn't want the gruel, or the water, or to sleep on that ice cold concrete floor. "I know you're listening! I have the right to a trial, even under your laws! I want my trial NOW."
There was no response, and she shouted several more times, until her throat was hoarse.
After Janie stopped demanding the trial, she was suddenly in the Council room.
"You have broken the conditions of your release, and are hereby and forever more condemned to cell 7453789953-B, in the Council dungeon. You are considered a threat to-"
The almost bored voice stopped when Janie pushed over the glass podium. There was complete silence right before it shattered into an array of glimmering shards of glass.
"I'm going to have pancakes for breakfast." Janie said, watching as uniformed guards rushed to subdue her. Why didn't they just teleport her out of there?
Dampeners. Dampeners which stopped teleportation, which left her completely helpless and at the mercy of the guards who were now trying to stab her with a syringe. Janie gave them another half second to get near her before she kicked one leg high in the air, and spun. That took out two of them anyway. Another got a punch in the face and the last ran for backup.
Janie quickly crouched down, and tugged a blaster from the weapons belt of the guard. She also grabbed the syringe.
"Your behavior is unacceptable. Please lower your weapons." The voice of the council member sounded a lot more worried and afraid than it had just a few moments ago.
"I'm having pancakes." said Janie, aiming for and firing at a dampener. "With my kids. I'm going to live wherever I please." she fired at another. "This council is going to leave me the hell alone as long as I don't try to blow up the city."
She methodically began to destroy the other dampeners in the room, when a small child ran into the room.
"Stop! We request that you reconsider. The Council only wishes to protect the city."
The child stopped her for a second- somehow the Council knew some of her weaknesses. She tried teleporting to her cell block, but first she had to destroy a dampener that led to the dungeon, and then one that led to the right floor, and finally, the cell block. Janie found her cell, and destroyed that dampener.
"Give me that damn gruel again and I do a lot worse."
With that, the time traveler broke apart the syringe, dropped the blaster and teleported out of the Council's custody.