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[LilxBack] Jane Eyre 2.0
This is a private role playing thread. Please don't post in this thread, if you have a question please PM one of us. Jane Eyre! Modernized!~ Thank you. <3 |
http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/a...YTPtGEquoC.jpg Jane Heart ~ ~ ~ ~ Caring, sweet, strong, not so bright most of the time, smart, and a great artist. ~ ~ ~ ~ 19 years of age. ~ ~ ~ ~ Brown hair, green eyes, beautiful smile. ~ ~ ~ ~ Jane loves working with girls under the age of fifteen. She enjoys teaching and learning from them as well. What she also loves is being alone when she can to just think of things, wanting to be a real teacher in a real school someday. |
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Edward Rochester A stern, taciturn, arrogant and morally questionable man. Capable of great love and passion 29 years old |
Jane sighed as she stood by her best friend's grave, the grave of Helen Kaleb. She brushed light strokes across the canvas sitting on her lap with her new paintbrush, trying to perfect the roses' petals that laid on the edge of the tomb stone.
"I wish you were here," Jane whispered as she wiped off her brush off on a paper towel beside her, closed her paint pallet, and got up to return to the orphanage where she was teaching girls at a rather low cost. Jane's brown hair was in a simple ponytail and her glasses stood daring to fall to the edge of her nose as she walked. Summer was coming to its midpoint and Jane was rather disappointed about that fact. Nonetheless, she was going to finally print her add in the newspaper to advertise to be a governess for someone who didn't want to pay for school. Though she secretly doubted no one would answer her add, she needed to stay positive. She was a low-educated person, but known to be a very impressive teacher. |
Edward sighed, re-reading the last few lines of the email he had just received over again. A home tutor. Mrs. Fairfax had written him, stating plainly that the needs of Adele's education were far beyond her or the nurses ability. A real teacher was required if the girl ever hoped to learn English well enough to entire the normal school system. Currently he was in his offices in Australia, and he had no desire to think of the mess that awaited him at his antiquated home; Thornfield.
He quickly drafted an email in response, so that the matter might be off his mind quickly. "Hire someone then. An educated woman, fluent in French." Was the body of the email, only a small ER at the bottom further embellishing the correspondence. "And try to handle matters yourself." He couldn't help but mutter out loud, what was a house manager for if not to manage his household in his absence? Edward slid his laptop closed once the message was sent, and reclined in his chair. Pulling out his BlackBerry and surveying his schedule, he saw that he was due back home in only a matter of a few weeks. "I can't escape it forever..." he remarked to himself, returning to the papers on his desk, successfully pushing the loathsome thought of Thornfield and all its inhabitants from his mind. |
Jane stared with her mouth opened in awe at the letter before her. Within the three weeks she had advertised, someone clearly responded. "I can speak French, so that is not a problem.....wow...what a big amount of money per month!" she spoke to herself, rereading over the letter once more.
She smiled, excited, as she carefully folded the letter back to how it was originally folded and put it in its envelope. She hurried to the orphanage's manager to speak through about these mattes. ~ ~ ~ ~ Jane was folding her last sun dress when she looked out her window to find it beginning to rain. "Oh, bull," she mumbled to herself. She was supposed to being her journey to Thornfield Manor today. It'll be tough with what the weather was beginning to offer. |
Edward looked out the window of the plane, contemplating the cloud cover. His first class seat, which had been so comfortable when he was taking off in Australia, was now desperately uncomfortable as he drew closer to his port of call. It had finally drawn near, the day when he'd have to return home. Business called him to the area, and in addition he could only stay away for so long before it was noticed. Mrs. Fairfax had emailed him earlier, to relate that she had found a home tutor for Adele. The woman was to arrive at some point around the time that he himself was to arrive.
When the plane landed, he picked up the car that had been left for him at the airport earlier in the day by one of Thornfield's workers. It was too late to ask someone to pick him up, and he preferred to drive himself anyway. |
Jane's hand slid across the dry erase bored with the blue marker in her hand. "Adele, what's six plus ten?" Jane asked.
This was about her third week at Thornfield. It was the best place she had ever staid in. Her room was bigger than any of her rooms had ever been. And the food was a hundred times more suitable, tasty, and filling. She sat in the manor's class room at the far end with her pupil beside her. Adele was a strong, smart, and beautiful French girl. "Dix-six (16 in French)?" she asked. Jane smiled and nodded her head. "Oui," she replied as she wrote in the number beside the equal sign. Then Jane moved on to Language Arts. She drew words one the board, looking from her handbook every now and then. "Okay, Adele, I need you to copy these words in your book and define them. You can go and get a dictionary," Jane said. When Jane noticed that Adele had got up and stuck her nose to the window, Jane sighed. "Adele!" Adele snapped her head back and smiled sheepishly as she nodded her head and hurried over to grab a dictionary. ~ ~ ~ ~ Jane sighed, the weather wasn't REALLY all that cold, so it'd be able to walk through. She sighed and walked through the misty weather to the post office that wasn't that far from Thornfield. She needed to send it to the Orphanage's manager to ensure she had a safe travel being that the orphanage has no phone line. After she posted the letter, the sun was barely there. It was surely after seven in the evening as she walked through the fog to get home. Her feet were beginning to hurt her being that Converses weren't exactly walking material. |
Edward was flying down the road in his small black car. Being at it was nearly winter, the roads were icy. Between the blasting music, the near magnetic pull downward on the gas peddle and the slight ice layer on the road, Rochester's car began to swerve. Twisting the wheel he could feel no pull on the wheels, the car was out of his control and there was no traction for his wheels.
He was going to crash. |
Jane saw her life flash between her eyes. One minute, she heard a screeching noise. The next minutes, she the passing, swerving car nearly hit her. And then the next, she heard a small crash into the edge of the land.
Jane's eyes grew big as she gasped and ran over to the car to see if the driver was okay. |
Edward stumbled out of the car, dazed and unsure on his feet. The music that had been so distracting before continued to pump from the speakers, spill through the open door and tainting the cold night with its discordance. The air bags hadn't activated, and the car was gravely crushed. More than anything Edward realized that it was he that had been hurt. Where his head had hit the steering wheel there was a harsh bruise arching across his forehead, giving way to a mean headache. When examining his face he also felt a trickle of blood down his nose.
Struggling to stay on his feet on the sheer ice that had caused the accident. Rochester surveyed the scene. The car wasn't totaled, but he wasn't sure how bad the damage was, or if it would even run. He stood for a moment longer, looking at the area trying to comprehend what to do next. |
Jane watched a man stumble from the driver's door. He looked like he was about to fall, so Jane was ready to catch him when he would do so. He looked like a man of thirty, remarkably and randomly handsome in a weird way, and he...of course...looked like one of those rich guys.
"Sir?" she repeated. "Are you okay?" She wanted to make sure he was being that something was telling her to stay and not leave his side. A random stranger, a totaled expensive car, in the middle of a foggy evening. Original. |
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