Ba Baa Black... Goat?
Posted: 28 Feb 2016, 02:37
A goat. “How did a goat get into the Asylum?” It was the first of Jersey’s thoughts as she logged off her phone and tucked it away into her pocket. Enver was a bit strange - or at least, that’s how she viewed the man. They hadn’t quite gotten along, but Jersey liked how he treated Keara and Peter, and it was because of that, and her own bit of curiosity, that she stepped onto the Wickbridge transit and headed towards Westwall. “Hopefully he isn’t just seeing something.” She gave a shake of her head, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears as she reached up to grasp the railing lightly.
The evening at work had been long so far, a few unruly individuals giving her a bit of issue - arguing with her that the price was incorrect only to be shown otherwise had really just been the only piece the truly bothered the blonde. Adjusting her jacket lightly, Jersey hummed softly to herself and listened to the soft music being played by a woman at the far end of the car with a flute. As she saw the instrument, it only caused her heart to sink a bit lower in her chest and she straightened up. “Maybe I’ll be able to get some advice, too.” She thought softly, biting down on her bottom lip.
It took about twenty minutes for the transit to come to a stop at Westwall and Jersey slipped off with the crowd, deciding to head through the park. “If there’s anyone different enough and not involved, it’s definitely Enver.” She muttered under her breath, lifting a gloved hand to rub at the back of her neck. A few times, the blonde almost slipped on a hidden patch of ice, causing her to express a squeak or a sharp gasp until she was settled, her green eyes narrowing in frustration. “I hate winter sometimes.” Carefully stepping off the slick path and into the snow, she continued on her way.
“Ba bah black sheep have you any wool?” A soft grin danced across her lips, the rhyme something that she briefly remembered in her head, although it had nothing to do with the situation. She didn’t even think there were any songs about goats - although she’d learned about the screaming one thanks to youtube. The noise itself had given her a headache without needing to be played fully.
Once she reached the Asylum and made her way into the attic, Jersey called out, “Enver?” in a curious tone, folding her jacket over her arm, “Are you still up here?”
The evening at work had been long so far, a few unruly individuals giving her a bit of issue - arguing with her that the price was incorrect only to be shown otherwise had really just been the only piece the truly bothered the blonde. Adjusting her jacket lightly, Jersey hummed softly to herself and listened to the soft music being played by a woman at the far end of the car with a flute. As she saw the instrument, it only caused her heart to sink a bit lower in her chest and she straightened up. “Maybe I’ll be able to get some advice, too.” She thought softly, biting down on her bottom lip.
It took about twenty minutes for the transit to come to a stop at Westwall and Jersey slipped off with the crowd, deciding to head through the park. “If there’s anyone different enough and not involved, it’s definitely Enver.” She muttered under her breath, lifting a gloved hand to rub at the back of her neck. A few times, the blonde almost slipped on a hidden patch of ice, causing her to express a squeak or a sharp gasp until she was settled, her green eyes narrowing in frustration. “I hate winter sometimes.” Carefully stepping off the slick path and into the snow, she continued on her way.
“Ba bah black sheep have you any wool?” A soft grin danced across her lips, the rhyme something that she briefly remembered in her head, although it had nothing to do with the situation. She didn’t even think there were any songs about goats - although she’d learned about the screaming one thanks to youtube. The noise itself had given her a headache without needing to be played fully.
Once she reached the Asylum and made her way into the attic, Jersey called out, “Enver?” in a curious tone, folding her jacket over her arm, “Are you still up here?”