Jeanne Croft

Il y avait, comme il y en avait tous les matins, un sifflement venant de la chambre 4G. Jeanne regardait, yeux blêmes, tandis que les cerises et l'extrait de vanille étaient tournoyés autour et tranchés en morceaux de liquide itty-bitty. Elle sauta le couvercle de son mélangeur, facilement sa meilleure décision d'achat qu'elle avait prise depuis longtemps, et ajouta du lait, puis du café chaud. Puis un autre tourbillon dans le mélangeur, et elle a jeté toute la chose dans un pot de maçon, un trou à travers le couvercle et une paille à travers le trou.
Elle buvait toute la tarte, le mess tiède dans trois longues gorgées, avant de s'asseoir par terre et de penser à rien en particulier.
Tous les week-ends, c'était pareil. Travaille son cul samedi pour s'assurer qu'elle n'avait pas de travail à faire le dimanche, puis se branle le dimanche parce qu'elle n'avait pas de travail à faire. C'était tout à fait la routine ennuyeuse, mais Jeanne était excellente pour faire les choses encore et encore sans intérêt. C'était pour ça qu'elle était une si bonne élève.
Elle s'est traînée et a mis une autre gousse de café dans sa machine, avant de coller une vraie tasse sous elle et de la laisser se remplir lentement. Elle a porté le blender-jug-thing et le pot de maçon sur son évier, où elle a filé sur l'eau chaude et sorti le liquide de lavage.
Elle détestait le fait que tout ce qu'elle a fait créait de la saleté. Elle voulait, un jour, vivre un jour où elle n'avait pas fait le bordel, mais hélas, c'était impossible, parce qu'elle devait faire son putain de lit tous les matins.
Quand elle s'est lavée, elle s'est regonflée les mains et a mis la vaisselle mouillée sur son séchoir, avant de passer à son frigo et de sortir du lait et des céréales. Oui, elle gardait les céréales dans le frigo. C'était pratique. Elle les transporta dans son placard et enleva son café, en sautant dans deux sabots plus doux et en remuant. Pas de lait.
Céréales à la main et café dans l'autre, elle retourna à sa chambre et s'assit à son bureau, agitant la souris pour la réveiller en mode sommeil. La chambre d'hier soir était toujours sur son bureau, mais personne n'y était. Évidemment, puisqu'elle l'avait fermé. Le pot à don est encore enroulé, et elle a cliqué dessus pour voir ce qu'elle avait fait.
Dix-sept dollars. C'était quelque chose.
Elle lui a cuillé des céréales au visage, et a ouvert Facebook, puis youtube. Rien de nouveau non plus. Désespérement, elle a ouvert des secousses, mais personne à qui elle était soumise n'était en streaming.
C'est pas vrai. Elle pourrait avoir à interagir avec d'autres personnes.
Full Name::
Jeanne Gorgina Croft
Nickname:
Jeanne, (To most people) JJ, (To friends) Georgie, (To her SO/Family) G-J (Nobody calls her this.) She's pretty straight-laced.
Gender:
Female
Age:
22
Birthday:
She has one.
Job/Education:
She works at a pharmacutical labratory doing cosmetic tests in Washington DC, as well as small time modelling jobs. Any rumours of her having a cam site are FALSE AND WRONG and should be dismissed. Any viewing of said camsite is equally FALSE AND WRONG, and the person is actually her twin sister. Any rumours she doesn't have a twin sister is FALSE AND WRONG.
Room Number:
4G
Time in Suncrest:
Just over a month. She's kept to herself too, so she barely knows anyone.
Appearance:
Jeanne is not someone that cares much about their appearance. Whilst working, she obviously has her hair tightly secured and wears a lab coat/goggles, but underneath that she tends to wear what she wears litterally all the time: a t-shirt and yoga pants. It's pretty comfy, and she doesn't care what people think. She has no tattoos, but has three pericings on both of her ears, one in her nose, and one in her belly button. If she puts a stud inside is quite a different matter. She also has a nasty chemical burn on her left thigh, which she doesn't like to talk about.
Interests:
Films: ]Particularly cult classics. Jeanne is a massive cinema buff, and she absolutely adores chilling out in front of the TV watching a film.
EDM Music:Jeanne bought a set of expensive headphones specifically so she could get better sound quality for her music. Her music player is filled with The Prodigy, Pendulum, Pegboard Nerds, Knife Party and far more.
Reading: Jeanne will devour literature, make no mistake. Any book within reach will be practically inhaled by her, and she has a far-ranging taste in literature. And very strong opinions too.
Fears:
Lab accidents: She really doesn't like talking about this one, but she is insanely cautious when it comes to anything in a lab.
Going blind: One of her reoccurring and most primal fears, not helped by a prescription that seemingly changes at will.
Centipedes: Spiders, she can handle. Anything with that many legs is not to be trusted.
Sexuality:
Anything. She's been pretty asexual for most of her life, and it's really only now she's found out how much she likes intimate relationships.
Theme Song:

A Memory
Possibly the memory that sticks in her head the most is when she realised that she could make cash in the adult industry. She's a pretty shy girl who never really thought she looked that good (low self esteem is fun,) but suddenly random strangers gave her money for jilling off?
Biography:
Born an only child to a Russian immigrant and a Washington local, Jeanne didn't have an easy childhood. Her father worked as a mechanic- a damn good one mind, but still a mechanic, and her mother a nurse at an ER clinic, and on the time she was off, she worked odd jobs- whatever was paying, which was mostly maid work. Determined to earn enough cash for her parents when they were older, Jeanne was a dedicated student, and was willing to plunge herself deep into debt in order to one day crawl out.
She works as a student of medicine and virology, with hopes of joining the CDC or MSF, although for now she'd be happy to pass her exams and make it as a qualified doctor and virologist. Since the local community college isn't great when it comes to her field, she has to make a commute into the city proper almost every day. Rent's cheap though, so she's glad to sacrifice some sleep for some security. She does modelling on the side, although she's recently scored a small contract with a glasses firm, which she has fingers crossed will work out.
When she's out and about, she nearly always has two things in her hands- a smoothie, and papers. Or a research book. Or a tablet with research papers on it. Or just a medical textbook. Honestly, if she isn't studying, she's either sick, or too tired and her brain too numb to actually study.


Apparently she was cool. Anyone want to be friends with a geeky med student?