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[rokkettodan]

5/31 -- "First Tattoo."

Her first tattoo had been something simple, something she really hadn't put a whole lot of thought into, but it made her feel good, and smile everytime she looked at it reguardless. Her ankle had been the chosen spot for the pumpkin, on the left side, but it commected al lthe way around through a vine. Later on she realized why she liked it so much, because it was more than gardening, more than the one crop that always seemed to disappear whenever it was ready to be harvested. It was like in the princess books where the pumpkin turned into something useful to help the princess, because she'd never been a princess with her knotty hair, and her wild antics, and her gun-- truthfully Jake was always the one needing rescued, he just never seemed to notice it-- but she could be useful. And the pumpkin symbolized that, symbolized that she was still waiting to find her purpose in the world. She was the pumpkin who had yet to realize their true potential. To her, it a fitting metaphor.

And then she discovered pesterchum, and all the people she met there made her smile, and yell, and cry, and it was a whole other world out there, outside of her, and Grandpa, and Bec, even farther out than Grandma, and Jake, and Curie. And with them came happiness, and so the next time she was near a place that could give her a tattoo, she added three little pumpkins to her vine. Every time she made a new friend. In the end, she had one for each member of her family, John, Dave, and Rose. After that she got other tattoos, and expressed herself in other ways, though her clothes, and her hair, and she nearly forgot abouther little pumpkins, they were there for so long.

At her senior year of high school she'd been a late start-- it wasn't her fault, it's just that when third world country weather impedes on their minimal airplanes, you can only get there so fast-- and by the time she'd gotten on land, she had a letter waiting for her, as well as two months worth of make up work. It would take her a while to catch up, but she had a month, it wasn't a big deal, she was more excited to see her friends again than anything, especially with them all in the same place!!

Her penpal was pretty ornary and pompous, but good all the same, and it didn't take long for him to figure out who she was-- she'd been missing for two months in, after all-- and yet he still wouldnt tell her who he was, just that he was in the ROTC program and hated it, and that no one seemed to understand. She never really could get a name, but he let some things slip-- his birthday, a name or two, that he liked wwhales-- and she stored it away deep in her memory so she could never forget, because she knew what it was like to be misunderstood, she delt with it at every new location, with every visit to something other than a rural island, or a third world country. It was terrifying, and comforting al lat the same time, that someone might understand what it was like to be her.

She'd preposed to meet him sometime around the holidays, because they had a week of for thanksgiving, and it was still warm enough that she didn't have to bundle up as much as Dave did around this time of year(no one had to bundle up as much as Dave. Or Dirk. Or Bro). She wasn't all to surprised it was Eridan, because everything he was fit with everything her penpal had said, and she was ok with that. They technically weren't supposed to meet yet, but a lot of people already knew who their penpals were, and she could really use someone to talk to who wouldn't just brush her problems off, or avoid them, or analyze them(she didn't blame her friends, they all had their ways with life, she just didn't get them).

I stopped because I cant write right now and bluh this sucks
I'm not even sure where I'm going with this, but Jade has tats because I said
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