[Jessie prides herself on being able to roll with the punches. Sure, sometimes those punches mean she has a little bit of a mental breakdown afterwards- but she always brushes herself off after the aforementioned breakdown and continues onwards until the next thing causes her to lose her collective everything. It's a tried and tested coping mechanism that's got her through the past fifty years.
Deerington is a whole different kind of mess, though. You can't roll with the punches so well when they're a pretty constant barrage of awful. The latest awful with Mami was ... deeply unpleasant. She knows children here die. Will died here- and he's brushed that off like it was nothing, but it doesn't feel like it's nothing. And now it's happened to Mami, too.
How're they supposed to look after the kids here when they're dealing with forces that literally kill them? What are they supposed to do to combat that? Jessie has no damn idea - she just knows she's real damn tired - she carries so much darn baggage around with her already, she could really do without the extra Deerington is giving her. She doesn't have the same repression skills as the others do. Her emotions tend to be a ticking time bomb - it's never a case of if they'll go off but when- and she's just about reaching her limit.
And so, after all that mess with Mami, she gets home feeling like she's been run over by a Tonka Truck. Bullseye greets her with her usual enthusiasm, and Jessie pauses to ruffle his little felt mane. ]
Hey, buddy, how's it goin'? [The answer, Bullseye, is that it's going awfully She lets out a slow, tired breath, then glances up, listening for any signs of life for the rest of the occupants. She... should probably let Buzz know, at least. Dang it. ] Hey, anyone else home?
HEYO HERE WE GO
Deerington is a whole different kind of mess, though. You can't roll with the punches so well when they're a pretty constant barrage of awful. The latest awful with Mami was ... deeply unpleasant. She knows children here die. Will died here- and he's brushed that off like it was nothing, but it doesn't feel like it's nothing. And now it's happened to Mami, too.
How're they supposed to look after the kids here when they're dealing with forces that literally kill them? What are they supposed to do to combat that? Jessie has no damn idea - she just knows she's real damn tired - she carries so much darn baggage around with her already, she could really do without the extra Deerington is giving her. She doesn't have the same repression skills as the others do. Her emotions tend to be a ticking time bomb - it's never a case of if they'll go off but when- and she's just about reaching her limit.
And so, after all that mess with Mami, she gets home feeling like she's been run over by a Tonka Truck. Bullseye greets her with her usual enthusiasm, and Jessie pauses to ruffle his little felt mane. ]
Hey, buddy, how's it goin'? [The answer, Bullseye, is that it's going awfully She lets out a slow, tired breath, then glances up, listening for any signs of life for the rest of the occupants. She... should probably let Buzz know, at least. Dang it. ] Hey, anyone else home?