When October Goes

[Rebecca]

Rebecca stared out across the courtyard once again, staring intently at each person there. There were couples, loners, friends, cliques, it seemed that every highschool stereotype was here today. Pathetic.
.:Above the smokey roofs, I watch the planes go by:.
Just sitting there, anyone might think that Rebecca was just a lifeless toy. If only she could be that lucky. At least Jack hadn't tried to throw her away, which had happened in the past. To anyone else, she was just a creepy old doll. No one wanted to play with something like her.

[Jack]

Jack hated the people at the courtyard. Maybe it was just her nature to not like them, or maybe she was jealous that probably all of them had not gone through what she had. She looked back at Rebecca. It must've been hard to be a doll and look like that. Nobody wanted to play with her, like nobody talked to Jack for looking the way she was.

[Rebecca]

Jack's many tattoos intrigued Rebecca. It appeared the she and Jack were similar in many ways. They had each had a hard life, and both clearly wanted something, though neither of them were planning on saying just what it was anytime soon. And, both of them sort of...made people stare.
Standing up on the bench, Rebecca moved to the edge, absentmindedly breaking off a small wedge of the wood. She hadn't really had a reason for doing it; maybe it was to show off a little bit of her strength. Either way, she now had a newfound source of entertainment. Examining this piece of wood. And, of course, one of this ridiculous students might sit down and get a splinter.

[Jack]

Jack watched as Rebecca tore of a piece of wood. Not a weak doll it appeared, if she could tear a piece of wood. Now, Jack could probably easily do that as well, but she wasn't feeling risky by snapping the bench in half or something. Bad consequences happened whenever Jack did something like that. She was here, that's was a conqequence. "Wood. I swear I got some splinters on my way to get away." she admitted as she stared at the wood. Trees were plentiful in her childhood home. Childhood prison.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca stared at the wood, listening quietly as always to what Jack had to say. How pitiful. Looking again at the wood, she pushed it between her small hands, crushing it into thousands of tiny splinters and dust.
Dusting off her cloth, she looked back at Jack. She had no doubt in her mind that Jack was fairly powerful herself. But Rebecca grew bored easily, and found that showing off her strength killed two birds with one stone. One bird being her boredom, and the other being the need for others to know to leave her alone.

[Jack]

That's what Jack wanted to do. Destroy her home as Rebecca had destroyed that wood. "I want to go back one day. Back to my childhood prison. I want to blow that place to hell, never look back again." she said. She hated that place. That was the only reason she would go back, to blow that place up. Nobody would ever go in there again.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca might have stifled a laugh, had she been young again. But then again, she might not have. Never the less, it was an interesting thought, going back somewhere and getting rid of the one thing that had destroyed you of your own free will. It was more than Rebecca would have done if she had lived past that fateful night. She never would have gone back to that pervert's home. She would have just run and never looked back, as Jack said. She wasn't brave enough to have done anything else. She would have just tried to forget, no matter how pointless that was.
Not that she had been afraid when the opportunity had come to destroy...Rebecca couldn't even remember his name now. But she had killed him, and that was the closest she had ever come to feeling joy after her life had past. The moment that thing's soul left this planet.
And, thinking of what Jack had to say, Rebecca could feel her stitched mouth raise into the smallest, tiniest hint of a smile.

[Jack]

Danger would await, no doubt about that when Jack went back. She'd need a ship to use to get there, and she'd have to find where to go as well. She couldn't do it on her own, yet that's what she believed she would do. She'd have to do everything on her own, no help. "Yeah, once I'm finished here, I'll go back. Even if it takes years to get there, I'll finish it off one day." she said, a smirk forming on her face. She watched Rebecca a few moments more.
Was that possibly a smile? Jack had no clue, she may have only imagined a smile on the doll's face. But a smile was a rare thing Jack did herself, and she could tell her smirk was turning to a faint smile.

[Rebecca]

It was four o'clock. The time when Rebecca should be in her room. The time when....bad things happened.
.:The children running home :.
In truth, any bad things that Rebecca thought might happen were most likely coincidences. But Rebecca didn't like this hour, none the less. It had been four o'clock when...
Nodding quickly to Jack, she gave a wave, sliding off the bench, she looked back, waiting to see if she was going to say anything else.

[Jack]

And it looked like she would go. Jack had to let go of things several times, this would be no different. She doubted she'd see the doll again anyways. "Hey, take care of yourself." she said as she looked at Rebecca. It was odd to say that. Jack usually wanted pain to come to everyone, yet not so with Rebecca.

[Rebecca]

Rebecca only stared back. Jack was intriguing; perhaps she could be useful in some way. Or perhaps not. Either way, Rebecca wouldn't be too upset if she saw her again. She began to think that she might even like seeing the woman again.
Turning around, she looked down at the grass, then got down on her knees, ripping up some of it so that she could spell something on the lawn. With a quick wave, the doll ran off in another direction towards her dorm. There was no telling whether or not she might get hit or stepped on if she moved slowly.
Written in the dirt brown of the soil against the green grass, Rebecca had spelled: See you soon.

[Jack]

See you soon. Well, hopefully that would happen. Wait, did Jack actually like Rebecca? Odd. Jack liked nobody after what happened to her. Perhaps it was because she was not with Cerberus, but Jack was unsure. She just seemed to like the doll. She smiled as she watched the doll before thinking of writing in her journal, getting it back out and moving her fingers to create words.

[Rebecca]

On the way back to her dorm, Rebecca had to tuck and roll a couple times to avoid being stepped on, or worse. Why had she written that in the grass? She didn't know, and neither did she care. Why was she wasting her time running back to her room? Perhaps it was because staying at this school gave her something to do. That was probably it.
Maybe if she was a little girl again, then she would have been afraid of Jack, and run away from the girl. But then again, maybe she wouldn't have. You could never tell with Rebecca.
.:Oh, how I hate to see October go:.

[Jack]

Jack's fingers moved very slowly. Slowly perhaps because she didn't read and write often, or perhaps she was deep in thought. What to write, what to write. She wondered what she should mention about Rebecca, or if she should mention her at all. She was an interesting thing, since person didn't quite fit her.