((Gotta go now, but I will be on later. Please read this; it took me a while to type it although it was longer than I intended it to be. . .))
Jenn picked the lock easily and sauntered inside, casting a glance over her shoulder to make sure that no officials were present. She shot a pointed look at the doorknob, imagining that hers mirrored it.
Well, she added.
It does
give me an escuse to do this. A grin crept across her pale features as her gaze swept around the dark closet, locking on the object of her choice on a high shelf. Vivid green eyes fixated on it, the human started using the many supplies that the closet consisted of to her advantage as she carefully climbed towards her goal. Her foot slipped and she gasped quietly, the sound only a whisper in the silent place as she scrambled for purchase on some metal. Jenn heaved a nearly inaudible sigh of relief when she found a handhold and hefted herself away from the area. A shudder rippled through her body as she imagined what would happen if she fell right then, when an old, rusted barbed-wire fence lay below her. Finally in minutes that lasted hours, Jenn's quarry was in sight, only about an armlength away from where she crouched. Her eyes lit up as she leaned forward and extended her arm towards the
chainsaw. She growled as her too-short arm barely brushed the edge of the shelf. The 5' 3'' human grunted frustratedly, leaning forward
just a little bit more. She felt a short-lived rush of triumph when her fingers closed around the handle, grasping it tightly just as the precariously-balanced stack of random items that didn't belong on Pandora collapsed, and Jenn tumbled head over heels to the hard steel ground below. Her head cracked on the rough metal and some of the skin ripped while blood poured out, reminding her how unfortunately fragile she was while still in her human form. She mercilessly didn't pass out nor did the chainsaw leave so much as a scratch on her accident-prone body. Then the real pain hit her. A blinding agony radiated from both of her shins; she craned her neck--
ow -- and strained her weak human vision. Jenn's eyes focused and she didn't manage to supress her scream this time. Her legs were literally snapped nearly in half! Some bone poked out of the skin, redundantly emphasizing how gut-churningly hurt she was. Despite the waves of nausea shaking her entire body from the crimson pain staining the ground as she dreamt of drowning in this pool of her own misery and the constant, throbbing pain exploding from everywhere, she managed to stay conscious. Jenn took register of the rest of her wounds; none nearly as bad as her head or legs, and vainly attempted to pull herself together. The invisible puppetmaster controlling her life took advantage of this opportunity to make her sanity even more threadbare as her scream echoed through the corridors; everyone on Pandora must have heard her, she grimly reflected.