[With their company bought out from under her, Jane's family had slipped into poverty ridiculously fast. The big house that smelled endlessly of cake and childhood is long gone, the promise of easy acceptance into any college and the money to pay for it is laughable now, and the skin on Jane's hands is dry and rough from too much exposure to cleaning chemicals. She didn't really realize until she was here that her childhood had been spoiled as fuck, and the little apartment she shares with her dad really isn't that bad, as much as she longs for the days when she'd had everything at her fingertips.]
[But, really, things could be worse. She got a job cleaning houses just after graduation last year that pays well, she's healthy, her dad is healthy, the media isn't hounding them anymore, and as tired as she is some days when she gets home, at least she's keeping busy.]
[At the moment, she's at the bus stop, patiently waiting for the 7pm bus that will take her home. Today's actually been a pretty good day, because the house she'd been cleaning had kids living in it, and they were always eager to talk to her and their silly questions were damn cute. The lady of the house sometimes paid Jane a little bit extra if she watched them while she was out, which hardly seemed like a job.]
[If anyone knew how to be a physics major and bar-hop every single night at the same time, it was Roxy Lalonde, scientific genius and notorious drunk party girl. Her mother had hit a Rowling-like stroke of success, and with it the money to show it. Roxy could say her life got a little better after that, since her mother no longer holed herself up with her typewriter all the time, but...at the same time, they had to discover their relationship really, well...sucked. It sucked balls. It sucked so much balls that Roxy's drinking started in middle school and her mother couldn't, wouldn't, do shit about it. Roxy had to learn for herself, her mother said.]
[On some level, she wanted to thank her mother for that. Even if she kept the drinking up all her life, the much too difficult and depressing amount of lack of affection and such her mother showed her just made Roxy push herself harder in efforts to bury it. She honestly had to wonder where she'd be right now if she'd been coddled all her life; surely not a bitter ambitious girl drinking away her frustration with her life and the mother-thing. Her mother, of course, died when she was in high school, and no one believed her for the longest time since her mother's books were still being published, as they'd been put on a queue. Roxy felt that her mother knew of her future demise, and had the success lined up to keep her only daughter supported through her life, and maybe all the shit she put her through was "don't miss me when I'm gone," and--]
[Roxy falls against the bus stop sign. Woah. Way to think, there, sweetheart. She grumbles and takes another hard swig of her vodka wrapped in a paper bag. God dammit, why tonight. She didn't need feelings when she had to give a presentation tomorrow, she'd even gotten her bar-hop on early tonight, but somehow that allowed in feelings and dwelling on the past and just fuck.]
[When her feet return to her ankles in her perception of what's going on with the ground, she looks at the girl standing at the bus stop, too. Her face spins and goes in and out, but Roxy focuses long enough to grin. Gosh, what a cutie cake. So much like a face she once knew, back when she was a kid. She reaches over with the hand clutched around the papered neck of her bottle and prods the girl with her fist.]
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[But, really, things could be worse. She got a job cleaning houses just after graduation last year that pays well, she's healthy, her dad is healthy, the media isn't hounding them anymore, and as tired as she is some days when she gets home, at least she's keeping busy.]
[At the moment, she's at the bus stop, patiently waiting for the 7pm bus that will take her home. Today's actually been a pretty good day, because the house she'd been cleaning had kids living in it, and they were always eager to talk to her and their silly questions were damn cute. The lady of the house sometimes paid Jane a little bit extra if she watched them while she was out, which hardly seemed like a job.]
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[On some level, she wanted to thank her mother for that. Even if she kept the drinking up all her life, the much too difficult and depressing amount of lack of affection and such her mother showed her just made Roxy push herself harder in efforts to bury it. She honestly had to wonder where she'd be right now if she'd been coddled all her life; surely not a bitter ambitious girl drinking away her frustration with her life and the mother-thing. Her mother, of course, died when she was in high school, and no one believed her for the longest time since her mother's books were still being published, as they'd been put on a queue. Roxy felt that her mother knew of her future demise, and had the success lined up to keep her only daughter supported through her life, and maybe all the shit she put her through was "don't miss me when I'm gone," and--]
[Roxy falls against the bus stop sign. Woah. Way to think, there, sweetheart. She grumbles and takes another hard swig of her vodka wrapped in a paper bag. God dammit, why tonight. She didn't need feelings when she had to give a presentation tomorrow, she'd even gotten her bar-hop on early tonight, but somehow that allowed in feelings and dwelling on the past and just fuck.]
[When her feet return to her ankles in her perception of what's going on with the ground, she looks at the girl standing at the bus stop, too. Her face spins and goes in and out, but Roxy focuses long enough to grin. Gosh, what a cutie cake. So much like a face she once knew, back when she was a kid. She reaches over with the hand clutched around the papered neck of her bottle and prods the girl with her fist.]
Hey. You look'a like'a gurl I knew-wonce.