you can call me great one

Jaina had not given up on actually getting out of this room. She'd been in captivity plenty of times, you didn't just suck it up and wait when that happened unless you had to. So just before noon she decided to start trying again, starting with walking to the open door and putting her hand into the doorway.

It went through.

And suddenly today in Jaina's book was like a thousand times better, because if she'd missed work, if she missed the one kriffing thing she had to do all week, she really would have cried, and maybe killed something. Staying right where she was with her hand still sticking into the hall, she reached her other hand to call for the things she knew she'd need- phone and comlink, basically- and then stepped the rest of the way into the hall.

She barely had time to be relieved. She was already hurrying down the hall in case the room decided to change its mind, and we'll see when she actually went back to it.


[Establishy. Did I just find more info that means she should be grounded another day? Yes. Am I gonna be nice anyway? Yes.]

Yep. Still here.

There had been more tries to get out, but Jaina was still stuck in the room. So there'd been attempts at napping. Just to see what it was like. For the record, while she'd developed the pilot's habit of being able to sleep whenever there was a chance, she was a little out of that habit right now. There'd been toenail painting. Yes, she owned actual polish. There'd been more calls and reorganizing of the closet she'd just gutted and there had nearly been tears of frustration.

At the moment, though, there was Jaina laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with the door open and trying to come up with anything she wasn't bored to death of doing. Tired of the silence, she'd also turned on some music. Loudly. Because at least people coming to yell at her about the noise would be something to do. Or, considering the only real music she had was on the iPod John had given her and preloaded with stuff, they might be poking their head in to wonder what the Johnny Cash kick was all about.


[Yep, still open, still SP for work, no, she can't leave yet. She needs to stop being fun for me to torture.]

Jaina still couldn't leave her room, and the rage had subsided, a little. It was mostly taken over by boredom now, and boy was she pissed at herself that she'd cleaned everything out and moved stuff to the garage before now. She'd tried to find alternate ways out, but to no avail. The only thing she could figure at this point would be to try and make her own opening, but she doubted that would work, especially with the tools she had available, and damaging a dorm room like that was a little beyond what she could afford to fix herself, and no one her age should have to ask their parents for money because they trashed their room to escape grounding.

So she'd done what exercise she could. She'd tried meditating at least four times only to give up because she couldn't focus (due to the rage). She'd made calls, including one to Zekk that she thought might pan out for her. She'd taken another shower, just to give herself something to do. And when she finally gave in to hunger, she had a pizza delivered to her room. She'd tipped well to keep him from asking why she didn't just come down to the lobby.

Currently, though, she was sitting on her bed, downloading more apps for her phone because something had to keep her entertained. Occasionally she'd glance out into the hall at her shoe that was still there that she still couldn't get and curse out Fandom some more.


[Same verse same as the first: you can come in and out, Jaina can't. Door and post open if you don't mind SP till after work.
I think it will be a short grounding. I've cooled down. I'm cursing Christie Golden's name a lot and worried about more important spoilers. Sigh.]

Jaina hated not being a student. Hated it. She had no classes, nothing to really do until work on Saturday, and she was going stir crazy. There had already been several calls home demanding to put on some assignment somewhere, but that hadn't gone anywhere yet. Which was frustrating, to say the least.

Finally annoyed enough to go down to the gym for a second training session today, she dressed in loose workout clothes and pulled her hair back and started to the door-

And couldn't get any further.

The door was open, she could see into the hall, it was just that trying to pass through the doorway had about as much effect as walking through the wall itself. After a few tries to get through, Jaina finally sighed and stepped back, wondering what to do now. Seriously, could you call the janitor for this kind of problem?


[Know what, I'm pissed. Therefore Jaina is grounded until I decide she's not. People can come in and leave at will, people can send calls and texts, but Jaina is stuck in her room. There. And post is open, yes.]