Numb to Words
by Plumsy*chapter 3*
The mists covered the mountains and it was hard for Jack to take in the
whole thing. She was doing what she dreamed and she was determined to do it
right. This was her one shining star and she had to catch it. She made her
way down the steps and went ot get the rest of her luggage.
She walked into the sliding doors it was chillier outside then she expected,
she would have to get her jacket out of the luggage. Getting her luggage she
sat down to check out the letter to see if everything was how she expected
it. Looking up from the letter she looked over to see a sign with her name
on it. Jaquline, why did her parents name her that?.
Shaking her head she headed for the woman sign holder. Immediatly as Jack
approached she said hello i nsign langauge and continued to explain a series
of things. Jack couldn't take it all in. Jack told her to slow down and that
she could understand words just she couldn't say them. Needless to say the
lady looked a little embarrased....
Jack was driven to her hotel room. The room was nice open and very simple.
The walls were a pale green colour and the carpet was a tanish colour but it
was a light tan not dark. The bed was on the floor with no bed frame and the
sheets were a purple colour. The comfeter was decorated with purple flowers
and green ivy. Everything was close to the ground and very relaxing.
Jack already felt at ease. She dropped her bags and flopped onto the bed.
Jack was almost taken back when she felt the comfort the bed provided. Her
eyelids were dropping fast and she didn't care. Sleep.
When jack awoke there was someone knocking at her door. Fumbling across the
floor Jack made her way to the door opening it. On the otherside there was a
tall burly man iwth a large beard, Peter Jackson. The man smiled and
motioned if he could come in. Jack nodded and let him in. Jack ran to get
her notebook, there she wrote.
hello, I'm jack. i"m here for the fashion designing. I can hear and
understand words so you don't have to use sign langauge that much. Also i
plan on writing more than signing until people get the general idea of
signing.
Peter read the note and nodded. " well, that is a great relief 'cause i just
forgot some of the sign langauge i was going to use to talk to you!"
Chuckling he continued. " Well, you will be fitting and designing the
costumes for the main characters and the movie won't start filming until at
least one year from now. However, the actors will be around checking the
place out and getting their lessons. They will be learing sword fighting
along with sign langauge. It will be made known at the class that you can
hear epople but can't speak back to them. ... " Peter continued for a while
after that talking about various things. Peter had also ordered her to read
all the books, Jack didn't have a problem with that since she had already
read them about five times on the way there so that she could know what she
was doing.
Jack showed peter the sketches she had so far and Peter seemed to approve
and have little critisism. Soon enough he left to work on other things
dealing with the movie. Tommorrow the actors would be flying in for their
thoughts on the outfits and fittings and such. Jack was so nervous she tried
to calm herself by picking out the next days outfit.
JAck unpacked while thinking of all the things she could wear, she wanted to
give a proffesional air so she decided to wear her black and white wingtip
mary janes. She also wanted to give a wisened image, so she choose a purple
sweater vest without the buttons and white collared cotton short sleeved
shirt. Then she decided for something colourful a orange silk tie. Walking
over to a mirror she looked at her hair, should she leave it down or put it
up?.
Her hair wasn't as red orange as most people think of red heads. It was more
of a muted strawberry blonde with a red twinge. So she decided to give a
look of innocene and put it into two high pigtails. Tha last thing to decide
was what for pants or skirt. Jack decided on a skirt that went down to her
knees, it was black and cut modestly. Then she decided she would heat it up
just a tad with a pair of black fishnet stockings to give a real feel of the
gangster period.
That was the only way she would wear fishnets. Jack was a very modest girl.
She never wore anything that would expose things that were inappropriate.
She liked to keep things covered.
Sighing but proud of her desicion, Jack put on a bit of Norah Jones and went
to bed awaiting the coming day.... But she didn't expect the alarm to be so
loud.
Jack had literaly jumped in the air when she heard the alarm. It was enough
to scare anyone! wouldn't you be freaked out if you heard britney spears *
drive me crazy* at the highest setting on your clock? The high irritating
voice didn't have much of a chance when Jack quickly shut it off. Jack
rolled out of bed and hit the floor, from there she continued to roll , to
lazy to get up to the kitchen.
The night before Jack hadn't spent much time checking out the rest of the
apartment condo thingy. The kitchen was small but it had all the
nessecities. Stove and sink,.. etc. It was painted a warm yellow and the
ceiling was painted white. Without much thought Jack scurried to her room
and took out her paints. Running back to the kithcen she immediatly set up
and started painting. The ceiling was like a dome shaped thingy so she
decided to paint clouds and in the middle a sun. When she was done Jack was
proud of herself for her realism. Looking at the walls she decided to add
orange stripes. When she was done Jack felt more at home then ever before.
Shecking out the clock Jack cursed in her head at the time. Rushing to the
bathroom she showered and got ready. Going back into the kitchen, she
realised her mistake. It wasn't her condo! She had painted something that
she wasn't supposed to paint! Peter might get introuble for it! Jack
shrugged feeling the overwhelming ball of tears swelling in her throat.
Before she could even let them out she stopped and remebered her promise.
Ever since Christian had died she vowed never to cry again. Wiping under her
eyes, Jack flew out the door and went to the address Peter had given her
last night.
Hopefully this day would turn up.
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