Overindulgence Part I
Waking up was like coming back to life. Every muscle in her body hurt, the inside of her mouth felt like she'd been munching on cardboard, and there was this mysterious florescent green goo all over her left arm and leg that she couldn't explain. "What the fuck?" Jack cringed and promptly shut her mouth. Even her voice was grating, as if she'd spend the whole of last night in the middle of a mosh pit.
Taking stock of her surroundings, she realized that she was on a park bench, with her legs thrown over the back and her head dangling down where peoples feet usually went. Her right arm was flung over her head, and brushed up against something soft and furry. Turning her head to look at it didn't get her anywhere. Apparently whatever it was had made a home directly under her head, and she just couldn't see it. Grumbling and groaning, Jack managed to turn herself around on the bench long enough to see what it was. A puppy. When it realized she was awake, it stumbled to its feet and scrambled away a little bit, fear evident in its tiny gaze.
Ignoring it for the moment, Jack looked around some more, trying to figure out what happened.
There was a tinge of eezo to the air that usually followed her using large amounts of her biotics, and the earth around her was slightly scuffed in a giant ring around them. On the other side of the ring, sticks and stones lay scattered haphazardly, as if someone had been throwing them at her barrier and they'd simply tumbled to the ground.
Jack looked back down at the dog that, while it was evidently frightened of her, hadn't yet moved off. "Did I just save you from being bullied?" she asked the tiny thing. "That doesn't sound like me."
Dismissing the event from her mind, Jack stumbled to her feet and moved off, keenly aware of the tiny yelp and then the scrabble of paws that had accompanied her movements. It followed her back to the base, diving into bushes or behind poles when she would turn to look at it. Too scared to stay, too scared to go, Jack thought with something dangerously close to sympathy.
She entered the school with no problem, but the guard tried to stop the puppy from following her inside, pulling out his shockstick and attempting to hit the dog with it. Without thought, she rounded on him, lifted him up with her biotics, and slammed him up against the wall. Oh-so-gently, she relieved him of the shockstick, and prodded him in the ribs with it, getting unholy amounts of glee from his strangled sounds of pain as he flopped helplessly against the wall like a fish on a hook. "How's it feel to be poked and prodded when you can't do a damn thing about it, hmm?" she snarled at the man. "Don't fucking touch him."
A slight touch at her ankle, and Jack looked down to see the dog crouching behind her, his eyes wide and soulful as he looked up a her. "Fuck." Jack dropped the man unceremoniously, causing the dog to yelp and scrabble backwards once more. She stalked towards her rooms, the dog following faithfully the entire time.