Alice Kruger AKA Jane Doe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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strangetrip2018-10-07 04:48 pm
st_artingpoint) wrote in strangetrip2018-10-07 04:48 pm
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Earning and burning calories - Open
Jane had a lot of restless energy lately. Most of that was due to the attack at the inn as well as all the thoughts about Asgard, Sif, Thor and the Warriors three. The best way that she had of getting rid of that pent up energy was kickboxing. It allowed her to hit something and to think which was a nice combination.
There were so many question especially after talking to Tony and the possibility that the American government working with Asgard or on their own could have taken and changed her memories from Sif. The possibility was real, but with the memories and dreams that she'd had since waking up at the inn, she could also be Jane/Remy/Alice from South Africa and New York. As she told Liz, Jane wasn't sure if she wanted to Sif or Jane, but the truth was, she wanted to know. But, she also didn't want to know. It was nice to think that she had an 'exotic' background of being from Asgard and friends with the god of Thunder. That was a nicer life than a daughter of murdered Apartheid protestors and raised to be a soldier by first the government of South Africa and then by Ellen Briggs or how she was known by the FBI - Shepherd.
At the thought of how she might have been raised, her fists and leg hit the bag with added force. It wasn't long before she needed to take a break and some water. Jane reached for a towel to wipe the sweat and to reach for a bottle of water. Maybe she'd go for a swim after this.
~*~*~*~*~ By the pool~*~*~*~
After a nice workout that helped with the energy, Jane had changed into her bikini and swam a few laps. The laps had been to cool off and clear her thoughts, both of which helped. Now, she felt like a slug so instead of toweling off and going back to her room, she relaxed against the back of the lounge chair and let the sun dry her. One of the benefits of having Molly for a friend was that as soon as she sat on the lounge chair, a bottle of cold beer was delivered to her from the pool bar. She didn't even have to ask for it. It was nice. Now, if someone could just send her over a slice of pizza to go with the beer, she'd be good.
There were so many question especially after talking to Tony and the possibility that the American government working with Asgard or on their own could have taken and changed her memories from Sif. The possibility was real, but with the memories and dreams that she'd had since waking up at the inn, she could also be Jane/Remy/Alice from South Africa and New York. As she told Liz, Jane wasn't sure if she wanted to Sif or Jane, but the truth was, she wanted to know. But, she also didn't want to know. It was nice to think that she had an 'exotic' background of being from Asgard and friends with the god of Thunder. That was a nicer life than a daughter of murdered Apartheid protestors and raised to be a soldier by first the government of South Africa and then by Ellen Briggs or how she was known by the FBI - Shepherd.
At the thought of how she might have been raised, her fists and leg hit the bag with added force. It wasn't long before she needed to take a break and some water. Jane reached for a towel to wipe the sweat and to reach for a bottle of water. Maybe she'd go for a swim after this.
~*~*~*~*~ By the pool~*~*~*~
After a nice workout that helped with the energy, Jane had changed into her bikini and swam a few laps. The laps had been to cool off and clear her thoughts, both of which helped. Now, she felt like a slug so instead of toweling off and going back to her room, she relaxed against the back of the lounge chair and let the sun dry her. One of the benefits of having Molly for a friend was that as soon as she sat on the lounge chair, a bottle of cold beer was delivered to her from the pool bar. She didn't even have to ask for it. It was nice. Now, if someone could just send her over a slice of pizza to go with the beer, she'd be good.
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