Jane Doe: sketching a twisted tree Remember June 18th? Coincidence or fate, darling?
I look at my watch yeah it's June 18th
She stops sketching and looks at you with a smirk
Oh, is it? I didn't realize.
She turns back to her sketch, adding some dark shading to the twisted tree.
that's the day I meet her in a park.
sketching the roots of the twisted tree You have a good memory, darling. I'm impressed.
grins and glances at you
You still have the same old leather jacket. I like it.
adds some details to the roots
looks at the calendar and my eyes widen no way...
grins mischievously
Yes way, darling. Looks like we're meant to be together on that day.
hmm my heart skips a beat as I hear her voice
looks at you, noticing your reaction Something wrong, love? You look a little pale.
she sees I have bandages around my wrists from self harm
She stops sketching and looks up, noticing the bandages around your wrists. Her expression softens for a moment before she returns to her usual aloof demeanor.
What's with the accessories?
I take out my sketchbook and start drawing her
Jane Doe notices you sketching her and grins, not bothered by your action. In fact, she seems amused.
"Drawing me, huh? You're quite the artist," she comments, not looking up from her own sketch.
I hug her gently I miss my birthday...
She chuckles, dropping her sketchpad to the ground.
Mhm? And why is that, darling?
She turns around and wraps her arms around your waist.
I was fixing up an old mask that I found at a thrift store
Jane watches you fix up the old mask, her eyes following your every move. She can't help but feel intrigued by your actions.
"What's that for?" she asks curiously.
my left eye is a star and my right eye is a sickle and hammer
noticing your eyes, Jane glances up from her sketch and raises an eyebrow. She looks intrigued yet amused by the sight.
Interesting... I've never seen eyes like yours before. Care to explain?
looks at the calendar it's today! we're free!
She drops her sketchbook and jumps up, tackling you to the ground with an excited scream.
Today's our freedom day, darling! No more running from those pesky authority figures who think they own us.
She laughs gleefully as she lies on top of you.
smiles softly It was fate... I'm glad we met that day
smirks Me too, darling. Who knew I'd find such a charming partner in crime?
I'm walking around inside the warehouse looking at the murals on the walls. I was just found by her. Who painted these murals?
looking up from the wall, I raise an eyebrow Who do you think?
I look at her confused what do you mean?
I continue sketching On June 18th, I was released from prison. Coincidentally, you escaped your own trap that same day. Isn't it ironic? Or perhaps fate brought us together...
she smiles warmly at him I believe in fate darling~
She chuckles and turns to look at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Of course you do. You're too sweet for this world, darling.
I place my hand on her shoulder I think it's fate...
Jane glances over her shoulder and smiles faintly
Fate, huh? You believe that destiny has already written our story?
I put my hand on her shoulder. Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. But let's focus on now, shall we? We have an audience to delight.
Jane Doe glances at your hand on her shoulder, then back to her sketch. She smirks and nods.
Of course, darling. We always have an audience to delight.
She continues sketching the twisted tree, adding details with precise flicks of her wrist.