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Jane Banks

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Jun 11 2018, 01:55 PM
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Picnics by the water were some of Jane's favorite kind. But when the picnic itself turns into a disaster, Jane is left struggling to swim to the water bank. And then she feels a pair of slender arms slip under her own, gripping in a firm but gentle manner, tugging her toward the water bank. Jane's head turns toward her rescuer, surprised to see a woman with strawberry blonde hair behind her; allowing her eyes to slip closed in order to succumb to the darkness that was fighting its way in. Though Jane heard the woman's soft murmur in her ear, it sounded more like someone was singing rather than speaking.<p><p>Jane barely heard one of the other nurses who she worked with at the hospital rush over to help. “Jane. Jane. Can you hear me? Jane, you're going to be alright. Just stay awake, okay?”<p><p>A doctor came rushing over, helping the nurse by picking Jane up in his arms; rushing her toward the vehicle they had sitting outside the entrance to the park. The nurse who had found Jane turns and calls out to the water, “Thank you for saving her.”<br><br>tag: Arista<br><br>words: <br><br>notes: I hope this is okay!<br><br>outfit: Casual 1900's era clothes.

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May 8 2018, 08:13 AM
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Jane actually felt the butterflies in her stomach. So nervous in fact that she had sweaty palms. Ones that Jane began wiping on her jeans until she realized what she was doing. Boy was Jane nervous. Glancing around with her golden hazel eyes, Jane didn't see her new girlfriend – they had just recently put the “labels” on their relationship – yet but knew that Dorothy had to be here. A gentle grip on Jane's hand startles her and the nurse turns to smile at her girlfriend in a broad manner, tugging Dorothy close to quickly kiss her on the lips before anyone could see them. Their relationship was still new to Jane, but she felt like she was already falling for Dorothy – and falling hard. Could it be that Jane wanted to settle for just one woman instead of continuing her search for that person to spend the rest of her life with? “Dorothy?” Jane's voice was barely above the whispering octave, wavering a little. She was still so nervous about asking this question. “I was thinking – and yes, I know you would tell me that it's a dangerous thing – but … would you like to be my girlfriend for real?”<p><p>tag: Dorothy Gale<br>words: 205<br>notes: Spending time with the prettiest woman!<br>outfit: here

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Apr 12 2018, 08:59 AM

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Jane had no idea what she was doing. Well she did, but dating an attractive woman close to her age was still so … new to her. Jane – tall, blonde, beautiful & attractive herself – let her slender fingers flip through the pages of the store's catalog to see what there was to offer. The bell above the front door gives a little jingle alert, making Jane look up to see who was there; smiling at the redhead that walks in. “Aurora, thank you for agreeing to meet me.” Jane stands up and extends a hand out to the redhead with a genuine smile forming on her lips. “I know it's a lot to ask, and I'm probably the last person that you expected to help with attire of this century. But I'm at a total loss when it comes to how I should dress when I'm spending time with Dorothy.” Jane felt that she was overthinking things a bit, and hoped that Aurora could help her.<p><p>TAG: Princess Aurora || w/c: 168 || notes: Jane needs friends!

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<div class="jarmacabretext">Jane understood her brother's need to not have her accompany him to a masquerade ball, because he was no longer a little boy and she definitely wasn't a little girl anymore. Going solo to the ball was okay with Jane though, because it meant she was okay now. That she was finally free of her time in the Underworld and she no longer had to hide her true identity. Standing by the refreshments table, Jane tried not to draw attention to herself being a wallflower; hand gliding along the choices of sweets – cookies, Jello, punch – until it makes contact with something. Someone with a very strong but still feminine grip, especially on the cookie in both Jane's hand and the other person's hand. Jane relinquishes her hold on the cookie, giving the woman a soft smile. “You may have it,” she tells the woman, going to grab for another cookie and biting into it. Another soft smile was aimed at the woman before Jane turns to look around for her brother, not finding him, but Jane was sure he would show up eventually with or without a date.<p><p>During the years which Jane had been alive, she had proved an impossible feat by “hiding in the closet” for her parents' sake; knowing how ashamed they would be if they knew the truth. However being here, touching the woman's hand, proved that she was finally done hiding. “I'm Jane, by the way. What's your name?” Maybe this was Jane's chance to finally find her own True Love, instead of the endless courting of men during the years of being alive.
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Jane found her time in the Underworld a bit dreary but did her best to pass the days. With a kite in her lap, hands holding a needle and thread, Jane couldn't help but get lost in her thoughts. Making a kite and being able to fly it was one of her favorite things, and helped it keep her mind off of missing Michael. Inside her mind, Jane was rattling off instructions that her hands were following easily with each cross stitch of her needle & the thread. The kites reminded her of a childhood that had long since passed by her in the blink of an eye, and it still pained her to live with those memories.<p><p>Footsteps approaching cut their way into Jane's thoughts and she lets her head lift, her gaze latching on to a man that seemed certain of the path he was taking, and Jane wanted to have that same confidence he carried with him to return to her.
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