If I could leave, I would

New season

Wed, 14 Dec 2011 19:03:47 -0800

The first Snow began to fall.

Normally this would have excited Jessamine, but somehow today she just wasn’t in the mood for snow. Or anything, for that matter. The werewolves had left, probably realizing that they stood no chance against trained Shadowhunters. But Jessamine could not shake the feeling that something was out there, watching her. She set the feeling aside, realizing that she must go shopping before the institute became surrounded by snow a mile thick.

OOC: Apology for my prolonged absence that will be prolonged even more

Wed, 23 Nov 2011 22:38:17 -0800

Obviously this group has been taking a short… break. But I am unfortunately going to have to prolong my absence slightly longer. Which, I apologize for.

I have contracted a bought of mono. I do not know how long this will last, but unfortunately until I have recovered I don’t think that I will be able to take care of this blog very much. Its a struggle to get my homework done (which is extensive I assure you) and do not want to over exert myself :P

I will be writing a short or long I haven’t decided excuse for Jessamine’s… absence so that I won’t leave my fellow RPers completely in the dark.

I will of course try to update this blog as much as possible. But no promises

Thank you all for your understanding.

I bid you all ado for the time being,

Anna AKA Jessamine Lovelace

So very sorry

Mon, 03 Oct 2011 08:03:59 -0700

OOC

As some of you kindly pointed out to me I accidentally posted stuff on here instead of my personal blog. Thanx for pointing it out I probably wouldn’t have noticed it for a while :P Sometimes I open things in tabs and then forget which account I am logged in to :P So yeah…. The problem is fixed. This won’t ever happen again I promise…

All I want is to be happy: Dear god...

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 19:55:33 -0700

All I want is to be happy: Dear god...:

sophiecollins:

jessie-lovelace:

sophiecollins:

jessie-lovelace:

“Oh dear god!” Jessamine exlaimed as she stomped up to her room after hearing about the Vampire-Werewolf alliance. Something inside of her told her that there was going to be a fight, but Jessamine didn’t want to fight. She just wanted things to be normal like they used to be.

Jessamine though…

“Miss. Lovelace?” Sophie asked softly. She saw the blonde turn quickly to glance at her. Sophie felt herself smile, it wasn’t often she snuck up on the Shadowhunters. “I heard you yell and was just make sure everything was alright.”

She watched Jessamine quickly smooth her skirts and the small bit of panic that remained in her eyes quickly turned to the spark of superiority Sophie had become so accustomed to. “I didn’t want to startle you but Mrs. Branwell sent me up to clean up your room and take any dresses you would like cleaned. I think she wants to try and claim a level of normalcy.”

“Sophie! I-I didn’t see you there…” Jessamine says flustered. You idiot! You shouldn’t let your guard down like that! “Y-you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that its not lady like. Don’t stand there so stunned! My room is in tatters.”

“Yes Miss. Lovelace.” Sophie murmurred walking into the Shadowhunters room and glancing at the room with a few things scattered here and there.The one thing Sophie noticed most was still in the same perfect order it had always been was the doll house Jessamine treasured so much.
She remebered having made the mistake once of trying to dust it. Jessamine hadn’t trusted Sophie to clean her room for a month.
Sophie began to place things in their proper places, hang up loose dresses, busy her hands, looking at the new scars that she had gotten from the recent attack. Thomas had taken most of the blows but one of the wolves had gotten around him. Sophie didn’t remember the instructions Thomas had yelled at her in an effort to protect herself but she was alive and owed Thomas her life.
”Miss. Lovelace, I just wanted to say, if it isn’t too bold, that everything will be all right.”

“Of course it will Sophie,” Jessamine stated, “sometimes I think that its not… going to be okay I mean. Shadowhunters think that they are invincible. That nothing can stop them. But everything has to have its end. Whats if its our end today? If you have any regrets, or things that have been left unsaid I suggest getting it over with, before you die. Only if its our end, of course.”

All I want is to be happy: Dear god...

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 17:59:44 -0700

All I want is to be happy: Dear god...:

sophiecollins:

jessie-lovelace:

“Oh dear god!” Jessamine exlaimed as she stomped up to her room after hearing about the Vampire-Werewolf alliance. Something inside of her told her that there was going to be a fight, but Jessamine didn’t want to fight. She just wanted things to be normal like they used to be.

Jessamine though…

“Miss. Lovelace?” Sophie asked softly. She saw the blonde turn quickly to glance at her. Sophie felt herself smile, it wasn’t often she snuck up on the Shadowhunters. “I heard you yell and was just make sure everything was alright.”

She watched Jessamine quickly smooth her skirts and the small bit of panic that remained in her eyes quickly turned to the spark of superiority Sophie had become so accustomed to. “I didn’t want to startle you but Mrs. Branwell sent me up to clean up your room and take any dresses you would like cleaned. I think she wants to try and claim a level of normalcy.”

“Sophie! I-I didn’t see you there…” Jessamine says flustered. You idiot! You shouldn’t let your guard down like that! “Y-you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that its not lady like. Don’t stand there so stunned! My room is in tatters.”

Dear god...

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 19:34:09 -0700

“Oh dear god!” Jessamine exlaimed as she stomped up to her room after hearing about the Vampire-Werewolf alliance. Something inside of her told her that there was going to be a fight, but Jessamine didn’t want to fight. She just wanted things to be normal like they used to be.

Jessamine though open her door, throwing it closed with a WHAM. She slumped down the wall, crying. I don’t care if I get killed. Maybe it will be for the better. There was a loud THUMP THUMP at her door jolting Jessamine out of her horrid thoughts. In all of Jessamine’s hysterics she threw open the door and yelled, “You might as well kill me now, Werewolf, for I will not dare look at your hideous downworld face again!”

But when Jessamine opened the door no one was there. She exhaled a puff of air, relieved. She wouldn’t admit it but she was scared to death.

“I need to get into Henry’s inventing room, in the basement. But Henry must not know...

Sat, 03 Sep 2011 08:15:05 -0700

“I need to get into Henry’s inventing room, in the basement. But Henry must not know about this. And, well, I need you to distract him for me. Have him fix something broken in the Kitchen or something like that. Agatha please this is important”

Agatha looked at Jessamine with a realization that this girl was really serious. Something very important was in Henry’s inventing room, that she needed. “Well, all right. Fine. But you owe me…big time. Whenever I ask for help in the kitchen you are here even before I ask, GOT IT?!”

“Got it,” and Jessamine left that retched place with a big smile on her face.

“Well, you see I…I need your help with something, something...

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 07:00:06 -0700

“Well, you see I…I need your help with something, something important.”

“Spit it out girl, I don’t have all day!” Agatha cried.

Kitchen

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 07:00:05 -0700

Jessamine walked into the kitchen—disgusted. She had never walked into there, and had never planned to. But here she was, going into the place that was only for the servants and cooks, not ladies like Jessamine.

She took a deep breath, and crossed the threshold, only to get pushed over in Agatha’s attempt to save the burning soup. “Watch it!” Jessamine yelled at Agatha. Agaha gave Jessamine a not so apologetic look, “What are you going in here? I thought you vowed never to come in here! Hmph-well I might as well put you to work, go chop some vegetables, I am going to have to start this soup over again.”

“N-no! I would never!” Jessamine exclaimed to Agatha, it was her job to cook not Jessamine’s.

“Lousy ungrateful Shadowhunter, I knew it was to good to be true,” Agatha mumbled under her breathe, “then why are you here?”

Tessa... ugh

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:05:39 -0700

It seems like Tessa has been spending numerous amounts of time with Jem and Will. I can’t imagine what they would want to do with Tessa.

Tessa is quite boring… what reason would they have to go off with her?

~ Miss Jessamine Lovelace

Dear Jessamine, I'm wondering what the odds are of Will accepting only a slightly suspicious looking potion--I mean drink--from me. I figured you would know. By the way, if you could not mention this note to Will, that would be appreciated. That way he won't be expecting any-- Err, nevermind that last part. Much obliged, Gabriel L.

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:17:44 -0700

Gabriel,

I am glad that you have moved on to writing letters that are actually worth my time to read. Your last letters have been much of a disappointment.

You must tell my darling Will that he is not to every drink this potion drink. Or else he won’t. Or better yet give the potion drink to me. If he knows that it is mine he certainly will drink it. I explicitly tell him not to drink it. But I am a girl, I may not be able to handle this petty task.

~ Miss. Jessamine Lovelace

Hello Jessamine, I'm Clemence, one of Jem's "lady friends" you were talking about. I'm sure you've got a lot of "man friends" too. What is your ideal man like? Would you ever consider Will or Jem? :)

Thu, 25 Aug 2011 20:17:18 -0700

Clemence, (What a ridiculous name I might add. Who names their child Clemence?)

Anyways. What did you say? Oh yes, I have a lot of “man friends” as you say but I don’t think that I would call them that. I prefer to refer to them as candidates or hopefuls waiting for my hand in marriage.

My ideal man would be handsome, and rich. A man whom I can dote on and who would do my bidding. Someone who thinks that I am the brightest star that shines in the sky of woman. And someone who will give me many kids of course!

Who would ever want Will or Jem? Well first off they are both Shadowhunters so I would never consider either of them. Jem just follows Will around like a puppy dog. Will just skulks and tries to convince everyone that he is troubled and hurt so he has an excuse to be cruel. I would never ever ever consider either of them.

~ Miss. Jessamine

Jem's new friends

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 10:07:09 -0700

It seems as if Jem h-has quite a few lady friends writing to him daily. HA! Who would ever want to right to Jem? The man is in no way likeable. I must send letters to these ladies and tell them that they are wasting time. Jem isn’t even worth their time of day.

I do hope these ladies asked about me…

OOC post!!!!!!!

Wed, 17 Aug 2011 19:34:19 -0700

Going to the beach and won’t be back until Monday. Hope you all miss me!

Anna aka Jessamine

HIATUS STARTS NOW!

Tessa has become completely ridiculous!

Wed, 17 Aug 2011 15:32:14 -0700

Tessa has decided that she wants to train as a Shadowhunter! I find this completely hilarious, I can barely stay in my chair! If only she knew what being a Shadowhunter actually entailed! Ha! As if she would actually be good at it…

I have no idea why she would want to train in the first place. She is a lady she isn’t meant to fight. I suppose I will try to convince her otherwise during supper tonight. This could very well ruin her chances of marrying.

Ever since I showed Tessa the Warlock black market it seems like that is all that she can think of....

Wed, 17 Aug 2011 11:06:05 -0700

Ever since I showed Tessa the Warlock black market it seems like that is all that she can think of. I am hoping that she doesn’t try to find the place again. If she goes alone who knows what kind of trouble she is going to get into.

Dear Miss. Jessamine, as bold as this might be to ask I just wanted to know what your favourite childhood memory is. You always seem so upset and I've always wondered about the time in your life when you were happy, Sophie

Tue, 16 Aug 2011 17:30:33 -0700

Dear Sophie,

I do not have many fond memories of my childhood because it abruptly came to an end. But I would have to say the moment my daddy presented me with the doll house that he hand made for me. It was an exact replica of our house. It even had baby me, my mom and my daddy. To be presented with such a lovely object it was priceless. Seeing the joy in his eyes, made me even happier. I played with that thing every chance I got.

Jessamine

Journal, I think that you are the only one who actually cares about me.

Tue, 16 Aug 2011 13:32:34 -0700

It seems like everyone has someone to confide in. Henry has Charlotte, Tessa has Jem, Jem has Will, and Will has Jem. But I have no one. ~~It seems like everyone is intimidated by my dashingly good looks to even consider confiding in me.~~ Really, all I have is you Journal. But what good are you?

L-look at me, talking to my journal as if it could talk back. If it could respond I imagine it would say something along the lines of “Jessamine, you truly are as desperate as everyone says you are,” or “Jessamine, you ought to screw your head on straight and realize that this is the life you were given. Use it to your advantage”

The one thing that I most desire in life is to get out of this hell hole of an Institute and live my one life where I can control what happens, and hopefully have a husband who is forced to listen to what I have to say.

~Jessamine Lovelace

Ballroom

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 10:23:00 -0700

Today Church led me to some mysterious room in the Institute that no one knows about. Apparently it is a ballroom where the Shadowhunters used to have dances. Its perfect, isn’t? Now we can have formal events with lots of good looking guys who want to marry, right? If only mundanes were allowed in the institute…

~Jessamine

Words have the power to change us.: The London streets

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 13:58:51 -0700

Words have the power to change us.: The London streets:

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You brought this on yourself, Tessa thought.

After destroying what was supposed to be lunch, Tessa had volunteered to run down the street to replenish the kitchen’s supplies from a nearby market, seeing as half of them were destroyed by herself. She slipped out the door of the kitchen. Closing…

It was obvious to Jessie that Tessa was going somewhere—possibly shopping. It was plain as day that Tessa wanted to go alone, but unfortunately for her, it made Jessie want to go even more. Jessie managed to tail Tessa all the way to the market, where she coincidentally bumped into her at the carrot stand. Tessa kept spluttering and stumbling over her words trying to find the right way to say that Jessie should leave her alone and go back to the Institute. But Jessie wasn’t going to have any of it. She promptly exclaimed “I won’t have any of your foolishness Tessa, of course I am coming.” And that was that.

Once Tessa recovered from her initial shock, she sighed. “It’s not as if I’m going anywhere fun, Jessie. And I was just about ready to head back to the Institute, anyway. Is there anywhere you had wanted to go?”

Jessie leaned in close to Tessa and told her, “As a matter of fact there is.” Jessie took out of her bag a leather bound book, that looked brand new. Tessa opened the book and gasped with surprise. Jessie had given Tessa what she had been looking for, for a very long time, An Open Verdict by Mary Elizabeth Braddon.

”I—I don’t know what to say!” Tessa exclaimed happily. She had not expected such a gesture of kindness from Jessamine Lovelace. Beaming at the other girl, she said, “But where did you find it? I’ve been to every other bookstore in London for weeks and haven’t seen a trace of this book!”

“Oh I know a few people here and there.” Jessamine realized that Tessa didn’t realize that she had ulterior motives. The book was just a way to get on Tessa’s good side. “See the thing is Tessa, I need a favor.”

I should have suspected this, Tessa thought bitterly. Resisting the urge to give a sigh of exasperation, she asked, “So what is it you require of me, Jessie?”

“Well, you see Tessa it is rather important and I wouldn’t want it getting around. So you must not tell anyone.” Jessie looked like she had a hard time admitting that she needed Tessa’s help. She could barely look her in the face when she said to Tessa, “I urm have been having a… a bad hair day—well week—lately and you see I need to find the perfect conditioner but I can’t do that alone. I have already tried all of the well known potions and concoctions. But they didn’t work. It was pitiful really. I even contacted Lady Belcourt but she wouldn’t help me. So now I must go to the Warlock black market. And you see, I need a Warlock to get in.” Jessamine flashed one of her best smiles at Tessa knowing that Tessa was to kind not to promptly accept. After all, Jessie did just give her the book that she has been searching for for ages.

Tessa’s jaw nearly dropped. She was outraged at the fact that Jessamine planned to use her to buy some ridiculous potion for her hair, of all things. But then she remembered the leather-bound book in her hands, and glanced at it. Lowering her voice so that the other shoppers wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop, she hissed, “And where is this ‘warlock black market’ then?”

Jessamine would not tell Tessa much, in fear that Tessa would chicken out. So, she told Tessa to
meet her outside the Institute at exactly 11:30pm. It would take them roughly a half hour to get to
the Warlock black market, leaving just enough time for them to get what they want and get back to
the institute before anyone notices that they are gone. Getting into the Warlock black market is a
particularly hard thing, especially for a Warlock bringing a shadowhunter. But thankfully for Jessamine
her plan works. Tessa is able to get herself and Jessie in without a flaw.

On the outside the black market looks like just another abandoned building, nothing special. But when
the two girls walk inside, the sheer magnitude of the building is amazing. Throughout the building there
are hundreds of booths selling different things. Magical potions, concoctions, foods, spells, even magical
books, if you can think of it they sell it.

Tessa stands at the entrance unmoving, speechless. But all Jessie cares about is getting her hair
product, and getting out. She pulls Tessa along, but the aisles are so crowded that they can barely move.
Tessa accidently bumps into a very unfriendly fairy. “WATCH IT!” the disfigured creature screams at
Tessa. “S…s…sorry,” Tessa barely gets the simple word out. She tries not to stare, but the beautiful but
nightmarish features of the fairy leave Tessa mesmerized.

“Listen,” whispers Jessie as she grabs Tessa’s shoulders, “don’t stare at any of the filthy downworlders,
they don’t like it. Stay focused before they realize that we are from the institute.” So Jessie and Tessa
push their way through and eventually get to the right booth. Jessie picks out the one she wants and
Tessa buys it. The girls get home before anyone notices.