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Jemima Roseblade

The law upholds peace, and I uphold the law

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a character in “Seeing Double”, as played by shmband

Description

Name: Jemima Roseblade

Age: 18

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Description: (Features in discussion.) Likes to dress smart casual, keen to make a good impression and avoids wearing any clothing or accessories that might identify her with unsavoury types. She likes stone and wood bead jewelry, tasteful clothing and is not at all afraid to dress like a 'girl'. At the same time, her style isn't fanciful. She's been taught since a young age to take one look in the mirror before going out and think - "If I got attacked, would I be able to run or defend myself in this?"

Personality: Justic and fairness define everything about Jemima. She's been brought up to see things as black and white. Either something is right, or something is wrong. If it's anywhere in between, then it's suspect. This often makes her difficult to relate to for other people her age, who find her to be too uncompromising and dogmatic in her approach to things. However her confidence and charisma means that she still has plenty of friends...there's just certain types of fun that her friends have to make sure Jemima never finds out about. But as long as everything is as she approves, she's great fun to be around, so long as it's the 'wholesome' kind of fun. She's not a prude; she swears as much as anyone else, drinks (in moderation), and doesn't preach about what people should and shouldn't do with their boyfriends. But she believes the law is there for a reason; to protect society. And it doesn't matter how much of a good friend you are...if you break the law, then in Jemima's eyes you deserve whatever comes to you. After all, staying within the law...it's not like it's hard, right?

Equipment: (TBA)

History: She never knew very much about her dad, but she was always very close to her mother. From this, she simply gathered that her father wasn't worth knowing about, for whatever reason. It suited them both not to talk about it. Besides, there were always men visiting the house, so it wasn't like Jemima grew up without any male input. These men were her mother's police colleagues. Her mother was treated by her precint as 'one of the boys', but never felt the need to act like a tomboy or forsake her femininity. Nor did she feel the need to find another father for Jemima. Jemima inherited these traits; she embraces her femininity and celebrates her independance. And she wants nothing more than to one day serve on the force herself. It's not that she percieves other vocations to be inferior or worthless. It's just that she believes that if you know you've got what it takes to make a difference, it's your duty to go for it.

So begins...

Jemima Roseblade's Story

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Jemima froze as the other girl turned around. For a moment it was like her sanity had cracked; like she was having an out-of-body experience and looking back at herself. This girl was so alike to her that it stretched the imagination to suppose that it was entirely coincidence, and Jemima chided herself that her first thought was the ridiculous idea that the invaders had some form of ‘clone’ technology that they were using to try to confuse her. But when the girl spoke so lucidly and plausibly, the entire question was left open.

“OK,” she said, lowering the gun but keeping it ready, “so you’re here hiding. From the soliders I suppose. That leaves the other question, which I wasn’t going to ask but since you brought it up...what are you doing in the village? Nobody except soldiers come in from the outside these days, and I can’t understand why anybody would want to.”

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Jemima was astute enough that was the other girl spoke about her father telling her her mother lived her, a very plausible explanation for their similarity formed in her mind. The only obstacle to believing it was that her own mother had never mentioned her having a sister. So...a cousin perhaps? Problem is, most sisters didn't look as similar to each other as she did to this girl, let alone cousins. Despite the fact that they were standing off in about the only safe hiding place in the village no knowing whether they could trust each other, it was still difficult not to be distracted by the question.

"Hmm, OK." she snorted at the slight flippancy of the last remark, "I'm Jemima. And no I'm not that interested in interrogating you. It's just that I've been holed out here for nearly four weeks and if this hiding place gets compromised then I'm pretty screwed. The town's under occupation as I'm sure you've noticed. The local police force were either conscripted or imprisoned. My mom's an officer and last I knew she was taken into the jail. That's why I can't leave. Not that getting out of the village would be an easy thing but then...you must have gotten in somehow right...?"

She cocked her head quizzically as that thought occured. Every reason that made escape nearly impossible should theoretically have made infiltration just as difficult! Especially for a teenage girl acting alone. She lowered the gun further. As weird as the whole situation seemed, it wasn't looking like Jessamine had any untoward intentions. But to steal into a town under military occupation was a hell of a risk to take just for a family reunion.

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Jemima's eyes widened at Jessamine's frank account of what happened to her "travelling companion". That didn't exactly inspire confidence. But then, maybe there was more to the story. And besides, it wasn't as though Jemima was being presented with a selection of prospective escape partners from whom she could choose. Either she could coexist with Jessamine, or Jessamine would be a problem she'd have to get rid of. And that wasn't Jemima's style.

"I see." she said flatly. "Well that worked getting one person in, I'm not sure it'll work getting two people out."

She walked into the middle of the room. It was a small gesture of trust, because it did after all leave the door exposed if Jessamine wanted to make a run for it. Jemima hurried over to the brazier and took the pierogies off the heat. They were overcooked, but still edible.

"And we don't really have police and criminals in this town anymore." she said bitterly, "There's two new classes of people instead; people who are willing to be the invading force's lapdogs, and those who aren't. Those who aren't are in the jail, whether they're criminals or police. Regular civilians get put to other kinds of work. But law and order's gone down the drain, there's just the army's rules and the army's punishments. They haven't even stated demands, they've just marched in and taken over. I guess the same thing's happening in other places...what'll happen in the long run I've no idea. I just want to get my mom out and get out of here. With whoever else I can help...but right now there's not much I can do."

Jemima looked across at Jessamine and sighed. She was right, this wasn't going to be a good hiding place indefinitely.

"Yeah we'll have to do something sooner or later. Right now, gotta eat. You wanna share this? It's nothing amazing but until I can get out for supplies it's all there is."

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Jemima practically had to swallow her indignation. So, Jessamine and her father were criminals. And proud of it by the sounds of things. Now in the current situation there was little room for scruples and moralising...ultimately they were both in the same bind. But she'd already heard what had happened to Jessamine's last travelling companion. What's to say Jessamine wouldn't stitch her up in the same way.

'No honour among thieves' as the saying goes.

"It's like I said," Jemima replied, "they made everyone swear into the army, or sent them to prison. My mom stayed loyal to the law, so they locked her up. Well, that's if she's lucky. Truth I don't know for sure what happened to her, but as soon as I find a way I'm going to find out."

She put down her empty dish and padded over to the door to listen. They were deep in the building and the room had no windows (one of the reasons it made such a good hiding place, otherwise the brazier would have attracted attention) so she shouldn't hear very much, but as far as she could tell only one shot had been fired outside so far. That was unusual. Had someone accidentally discharged their gun? Or had some poor civilian been made an example of.

"Oh and it's just my mom," she added, "was always just me and her growing up, she never said anything about my dad and I never really asked. I assume he's long gone."

She looked at Jessamine sternly and folded her arms. "So what's your plan now then? Still going to try to find any family you might have here? Or have you seen enough?"

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“A respectable thief...” Jemima scoffed, but stopped herself from saying anything more lest she alienate the only person who seemed able and somewhat likely to be of help. It was an awkward investment. Now way her and Jessamine were going to be friends for life, not if she was a proud criminal. But right now that was all up in the air.

She paced over to where she’d placed the gun and pulled off her sweater, leaving just a fitted black top. She proceeded to strap on a gun holster and placed the weapon in it, then turned to Jess.

“I’m not sticking my head out for curiosity’s sake,” she said, “but that was the last of the food. The general store is being used as a warehouse, that’s where I get most of my supplies. And I don’t know what that shot was fired for, but if there’s a chance it’s created an irregularity in the patrols, it’s worth a look. You wanna come alone? I’ll show you were the jail is.”

She looked down at the gun at her breast. It was the only weapon she had, and it was next to useless considering they were up against an army of professionals with military grade equipment. Jess didn’t seem to have any weapons visible, but she hadn’t needed one to get into town.

No, she thought to herself, all she needed was some sucker to throw to the wolves....

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Jemima allowed herself a crooked smirk at Jessamine's eagerness to get going. Well, at least the girl had guts. That would be an asset. The both of them were dressed in dark clothes...which ultimately just made sense, so she nodded and started pacing down the corridor towards the side door of the building.

"Alright we'll go." she said, "But only if we can be sure there's no patrol coming. Normally they're so regular that you just can't find an opening to slip out, but whatever that shooting was may have caused a disruption."

She padded up to a window and looked out, listening intently. Sure enough, there was something going on somewhere not too far away, but she couldn't tell what. It sounded like a crowd of people were congregaring. What could it be...a riot? No, not enough noise for that. A public execution...quite likely. Jemima's stomach rolled at the thought. She could scarcely be happy about the idea of civilians being killed by the army for what was most likely a menial 'crime' (if a crime at all), but the basic fact was that she needed to sieze any opportunity that was afforded to get out and get supplies, otherwise she would starve. If civilians were about to die, there was probably nothing she could do to help them. She had to keep her mind on the bigger picture.

"Looks like we might have out opening." she muttered, looking back at Jessamine. As she looked at her, the similarity between them jumped out and bugged her all over again. It made her skin crawl that it could mean there was some connection between them. But one thing seemed almost certain; whatever it meant, Jessamine didn't seem to know anything more about it than Jemima did. "The store is three blocks over in that direction. Jail is another block down but higher up, so you can see it pretty clearly. You ready to make a run for it?"

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Jemima took another glance out into the street. Things were definitely conspicuously clear, and the commotion a couple of blocks away seemed to be increasing. It was now or never. She nodded at Jess and ran light-footedly across the street. The further out they moved, the more apparent it became that not only the soldiers, but a great number of the civilians were being moved to one area. It was a fairly grim indication that somebody was being made an example of.

Progress to the store was easier than anticipated, mainly because there was literally nobody around. Even so, Jemima's heart was thumping in her chest. She approched the alleyway door which she'd always managed to pick to gain entry, and her heart sank as she realised that a padlock had since been fitted. She walked up to it, pressed herself against the wall. She looked up and around for other points of access. Well...Jessamine said she was a thief. If anyone was likely to have any ideas...

"Alright," she whispered, "this is the way I normally get in. Any suggesions?"

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Jessamine followed as Jemina ran to the warehouse, glancing around only ocassionally. Chances were she'd need to get used to this soon enough. She was a little worried that they didn't pass anyone on the way. There had only been one gunshot, but now it could have been anyone from the village; there wasn't anyone that was safe. While she had no problem disposing of people who, like her travelling companion before, liked starting problems and fights, people who couldn't even defend herself shouldn't be killed. That was nothing more than a senseless killing.

She glanced around as Jemina stopped, looking around. It was more of a run than se was used to, but not by much. She glanced at the locked door, then looked around the alley. Even though she was raised by a cop, it seemed she could sneak around well enough. At least she wasn't completely uselss, then. She was surprised that Jemina had asked her about suggestions, and turned her attention back to the padlock. It look pretty new; perhaps it hadn't been there before? Or maybe she had a key to the one before, or something.

In any case, this was clearly her sort of thing. She looked around on the ground, hoping to find a small stick or something that might be of some use. There were plenty of them, but not many that were what she wanted. She knelt down to look through them, and finally found one that was what she wanted; small and thin, but still stiff enough to pick the lock with. She stood back up and started working on the padlock, keeping a close eye on it.

"Just keep an eye out, and keep quiet, please...this might take a few minutes..." She had always been used to someone watching her back; she wasn't going to take a chance now. She froze as the twig started to bend a little, and, hoping it wouldn't snap, she repositioned it. After several minutes of searching around, it finally clicked open, and she grinned. She looked back to Jemina.

"Easiest thing I've done since evtering this place."