{{ Jane Avery }} THE RESISTANCE

muses_ontherun: criminal! [april. 01 & 08.]

2008-04-18T19:36:03Z

Criminal! and When was the last time you were chasing somebody (or somebody chased you)?

"Criminal!" A gruff voice called from behind her as she dodged the bullets, diving behind a piece of concrete that jutted far out to her left.

Jane was reloading, and catching her breath all in one second; she had to get far, far away from Libria, possibly to a Resistance stronghold deep within the Nethers but with a Death Squad on her tail - that was going to prove difficult. Wheezing, Jane grasped her chest, she had never ran so hard in her life, nor had she ever wasted so many bullets on men before - they were dropping like flies, the police at least, the clerics were another story.

"Come out, and we may give you a swift death!" A man called out, she guessed it had to be some new Cleric, because she knew their voices by heart. They always seemed to send Preston or Brandt after here, but they never could catch her. Her own amused thoughts were cut off by the rumbling of the vehicle coming to life. They were on the move.

Jane got to her feet quickly, sticking two of her guns into her holsters that slung low on her hips, they were things she had made after reading a western novel - which was magical, by the way. She had one gun in each hand and loads of amo to de-shell, so she wasn't going to run anytime soon. She braced herself and stepped out into the wrecked street in front of the truck, her feet were agile as she moved from one side to the other, her guns raised, firing.

Two police men fell off the top of the truck, disabling their large machine gun just above the flood lights, Jane crouched behind another brick wall, almost...grinning to herself. Two down, six to go. Ever since the age of eight, Jane has been trained in Gun Kata - she was to become the first female Cleric until her parents were killed and she was rescued by the Resistance. Her moves were by no means miscalculated, that's what was Gun Kata was after all - a pre-emptive strike on your attacker, and Jane knew it well.

"Jane. Come out. You're a criminal, they won't stop!" She knew that voice. It was Brandt, he always seemed to want to get his slimy little leather gloved hands around her neck, she had shot him once, in the arm and he had become more irritating ever since. She cringed at the sound of his voice hollering for her, "Kill her." He demanded, and she heard the police's boots shuffle on the pavement.

Jane took a deep breath and closed her eyes before stepping out, spinning as she moved from one side to another, her feet soft and light. She raises her guns, and fires in rapid, edgy but fluid motions. Three drop to the floor and she hides again. Hiding is what she knew best out of everything, it had become her livelihood out of all else.

Muse: Jane Avery
Fandom: Equilibirum Original Character
Words: 505

Criminal. She sometimes thinks they're right.

errol partridge [journal entry 01]

2008-04-10T01:07:54Z

Errol Partridge. I remember him vividly, as if I had seen him just yesterday. After the murder of my sister (by a sense-offender in rage) and my parents (by a Cleric for being sense-offenders), I learned of him and he took me under his wing. Ironically enough, Partridge was a Cleric and also an offender.

I had been Partridges close companion in The Nethers for years after my withdrawal from Prozium; we had bonded through our new found emotions and had become intimate. He had awoken a part of me that I had never felt before, he taught me how to feel, how to care, how to express myself.

He had an intense love for poetry and insisted that he recite them to me every night we were together (which was rare, all things considered). His compassion was unmatched by any others, I dare to say I was learning to love him – an emotion that I had never felt before I met him. I did not even love my parents, nor my sister, I was on Prozium at that point though.

At the time of his murder, I found myself enamored with him. Everything about him interested me: his deep knowledge of culture and banned emotional content (books, music, paintings..etc), his willingness to love and care for me, his strength and bravery. There was nothing about him that I disliked, his voice was music to my ears and his touch set me ablaze inside.

When he died, a piece of me died with him, and for the first time in my life...I felt misery and despair.

justprompts: 10.

2008-04-09T07:59:45Z

Ten people who have helped to make you the person you are today.

01. My Mother: Julie Avery. She is...my Mother. All I remember is that she shaped me to be who I am now.
02. My Father: John Avery. He is my Father. He worked a lot, but very diligent.
03. Grammaton Cleric John Preston: He killed my parents. Made me a part of the Underground.
04. The Undgerground: Has changed me for the better. I can feel some emotions now, and can understand them.
05. The TetraGrammaton Father: He has embedded the idea of having goals into my skull. I ... cannot stand him now, the sight of him or his voice but at least he has given me the will to bring down the Council.
06. My Sister: She was murdered by a sense-offender, but I remember her speeches about Unity. They've impacted me.
07. My Ex-Grammaton Gun Kata instructor: He has taught me how to fight, how to protect myself and how to feel and channel my anger.
08. Errol Partridge: I met him when he ventured out of Libria into the Nethers. He was one of us, the Underground. He was an amazing man...I venture to say that I was learning to love him.
09. My Underground Bunk Mate: She holds me. She has been a sense-offender for many years. She understands.
10. Myself: Can I put that? Well, I have shaped myself, I have stopped myself from taking any more Prozium. I have made a step towards the right direction. Towards the light of hope.