When embarrassed faced with embarrassment, there are a number of different reactions that people can have. Some people may start to cry, while others will put on a smile and attempt to brush it off.
Jack has one response and one response only. Three guesses, first two don’t count.
“CEREBERUS BITCH!!!” she cried, kicking a worthless piece of scrap metal that dared to lay on the floor of her industrial hidey-hole. “RIP HER SKIN OFF HER PERFECT GODDAMN BODY AND MAKE HER FUCKIN’ EAT IT!!” The entire lower deck was being lit up in the violent blue of biotic powers flaring up. Pipes started to rattle with a nervous apprehension as the engineering team took refuge to the upper levels, not wanting to be around to offer a lightning rod for Jack’s rage. “SHOVE THE GODDAMN COLLECTOR BASE UP HER STUPID FUCKIN’ ASS IF SHE THINKS SHE CAN GET AWAY WITH THIS SHIT!!”
Not but ten minutes earlier, Jack had come up late to grab a dinner tray and take it back down to the hold before anyone tried to talk to her. Just as she stepped into the elevator, she heard a group snickering while reciting some familiar words.
“My soul buuuuuuuurns with a fire of darkness,” said a voice in a deep, facetious tone, barely able to hold back sniggering.
“Keep reading, it gets even better!” That was Miranda! How did she get her poetry?!
“Alright, alright, ahem, ‘quenched only in the pain of loneliness, I hold my breath waiting’, pffffft…” A crowd of voices broke out laughing. Jack exited the elevator, and turned to see a group of crew members reading of a datapad, all while Miranda stood back smirking.
“You wouldn't believe how easy this was to find, and there’s tons more we it came from,” said Miranda, “I guess Little Miss Psycho is a bit more whiny than we thought.”
The group’s laughing was cut short as the clatter of Jack’s tray hitting the floor alerted them of her presence. Jack ran to the elevator faster than you could blink, and felt rage pulsing in her veins as she reached the bottom floor of the Normandy. No one seemed to immediately realize the beast that had awakened, although some said that thought they saw tears in her eye.
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“SQUEEZE YOU INTO A LITTLE BALL AND PUNT YOU INTO A SUN AND CHOP YOU INTO PIECES AND FEED YOU TO VORCHA AND TAKE YOUR STUPID PERFECT LITTLE FATASS DUMBSHIT-” Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, the room going silent. The sadistic gleam of vengeance-filled revelation painted itself across her face. Fatass, she liked that term with Miranda. Something about the ‘perfect human’ turning into some lardass pig. Something about the destruction of the ‘perfect body’ that she valued so highly. Sounded like a personal punishment for a personal crime. Rage and tears left her mind, only vengeance remained. She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to do this, but she was more positive that it had to be done.
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