#j3n (jenny)

[mutantenheim]

Her mutant file designated her as the digits [J3N]. Who's knows why other than to dehumanize her and give her a 'number', as it were. He file stated that they had acquired [J3N], as an infant, from some Black Market auction to buy mutants, so needless to say that [J3N] did not know who her parents were, or whether she had any siblings. The facility did all kinds of experiments to her, from the time that they had purchased her, no faux parental figures, no acting like they loved her to get her to do things. It was all sterile, medical, very clinical. Eventually, as [J3N] got older and her mutation finally activated, they continued to do the experiments but eventually there was less scientists and more military-like personnel. Once [J3N] had some semblance of control of her mutation, they began training her, turning her into a child soldier, and once it was shown that she could refract the light-waves to make her eyes not seem like their natural state of the red irises with the black where there would usually be the white in the sclera, that the facility could train her in being a mutate sleeper agent. [J3N]'s eyes were the same as the eyes of her brother, Remy LeBeau, although neither knew that the other existed at this point, let alone that they were or even had a sibling. The facility trained her to make her sclera be white, not black and her irises seem like a ruddy amber brown color, to fit into normal society, and not be suspected as a mutant and could be used to infiltrate places and retrieve valuable information or, if need be, assassinate a necessary target. After 14 years going through that hell an opportunity presented itself to [J3N], one of the other test subjects that had been in there a few times, she had even escaped at least once, and was unfortunately caught and brought back to the facility. This time though, the subject known as Anya Barnes, her father came back with her, but more like a wrecking ball in tow. Bucky Barnes came in fast to save his daughter, [J3N] offering her unique abilities, including her minor precognitive abilities to help them to escape from the facility. Once they had escaped, [J3N] ended up staying with her new found family, the Barnes'. Bucky, and Natasha raising their two kids Anya and Jamie and now [J3N] or as she came to be known, Jenny or Jen.

Jenny stood on the front porch of the small house that she, and the Barnes family, were staying in. The sun had just recently melted behind the tree line, a cool summer evening breeze blew through Jenny's red hair, as she watched the sunset. It hadn't been more than a month since Anya and her escape. Everything was still fresh. Jenny wasn't even sure who she was, what she liked. She liked watching the sunset, she liked feeling the breeze. Jenny knew that for sure. She sat down on the warped boards of the rickety front porch, and sighed in relaxation.

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[mutantenheim]

Music? Nows there's a thought. Jenny did love listening to music, moving with the flow, the beat, and just all around vibing. Jenny bobbed her head like she was listening to music, in agreement to Anya bringing up her like of the piano. Jenny began wondering what kind of instrument that she would be good at, or maybe she would sing. "Oh! Dude! I bet you are awesome at the piano. You're so badass at, like everything." Jenny said laughing, she genuinely believed that too, that Anya was great at everything, because that's how it seemed to Jenny. Then again Jenny knew that Anya had been so much more than she had in her past. Even despite Anya being amazing at everything, Jenny genuinely wanted to encourage her friend and be there to support her. "I might try singing. I don't know though, just feels right. Maybe it has to do with my powers being linked to sound waves and what not. Only the godz know." Jenny suggested her idea at a hobby, and then anxiety hit her so she quickly tried to explain her reasoning for her decision and then trying to make it more of a joke ended what she was saying with a chuckle mixed in and continuing after. The birds chirping in the cold afternoon to make the situation more awkward, like something out of a sitcom, or a movie.

@oozeyboozey

Most of what Anya found interest in had a lot to do with her life leading up to her freedom. Not quite the idea but it was comfortable for her. Target practice, sparring, cleaning weapons . . . all things Anya genuinely enjoyed doing. There were some other things . . . but those were the ones that generally ranked pretty high on the list.

" It's mostly just muscle memory. " She started, shrugging a little more into her coat. When it wasn't something that was a muscle memory hobby . . . she liked people watching. Mostly in parks. She also found she had a talent for music, piano being something she had found fresh after defecting, that had become a favorite pastime when she needed to do something with her hands . . . but the memories were a bit too much. " I like piano though. Dad says I'm getting really good at it. "

[mutantenheim]

Now J3N is Jenny LeBeau!!!! The wonderful eye color changes and all around base picture credit goes to the wonderful Marvelmyriad. The bottom gif credit goes to the wonderful JJ at JJcre8. mutual may reblog

[mutantenheim]

HEY ALL! Big announcement for Jenny (J3N), my mutant oc, I am making her Remy's little sister. So she is now Jenny LeBeau. That being said made some slight tweaks to her design. The wonderful eye color changes credit goes to the wonderful Marvelmyriad. The bottom gif credit goes to the wonderful JJ at JJcre8.

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[mutantenheim]

During this, late spring, night Jen Lebeau found herself walking along the dark, freshly dampened streets of Hell's Kitchen in New York City, New York. She wasn't here for any specific reason, no one to visit because Anya Barnes had long since moved away from Professor X's mansion, and her brother, Remy LeBeau, was in Genosha with his wife Rogue. So Jen looked at this as a good time to visit the city. Why's Hell's Kitchen you might ask but that's simple to answer. [J3N] was bored and wanted to fight some crime, and where in New York are you certain to fight the most crime? Hell's Kitchen, duh.

Her boots made a very distinguishable, light crunch-squishing sound, almost a squelch, that is made when rubber boots meet a freshly wet asphalt street. The glamour on her eyes being dropped, revealing her eyes with the sclera being black instead of the usual white and her irises being a bright, almost glowing crimson red, almost the same red as her long, flowing red hair. Her pink, leather duster, that Jen had gotten to look like her brother, with an amethyst purple chest plate, with neon blue trim underneath, and the same shade of purple for her leggings and complete with of course boots, that were an old pair of Remy's armored boots that had been reworked, and painted with her neon pink, neon blue and deep amethyst purple color scheme. Jen scanned the empty street, watching, looking, listening, reaching out with her powers to sense any nearby trouble that may happen.

Getting a light sense of something from her powers but without any details meaning the person was on the move and running from someone. Jen steeled her gaze and ran toward the alley that intersected with the person running and herself. As she ran toward the alleyway, Jen looks up, just in time to see two figures running and jumping across the buildings, and fighting each other, throwing projectiles. Jen couldn't get a good shot at either and didn't know who the villain was, if either was or wasn't a villain.

"Hey!" Jen shouted in a commanding tone causing both figures to stop, one looking down at her in the dark alleyway. One of the figures took a cheap shot, knocking the other down in the alley, landing right in front of Jen. Daredevil? Oops. She had forgotten that Daredevil patrolled Hell's Kitchen. How could she had forgotten that? He's not getting up, Jen quickly kneels down to get a closer look at Daredevil. He's alive, that's good. Jen looks up to see the other figure, presumably a villain that looks kind of like a ninja, weird, run off. Jen turned back to the hero on the ground.

"Alright, man. Sorry. I really didn't mean to distract you. uh.... uh... Let me help." Anxiety coursing through her voice, Jen quickly stuttered out. She had really fucked up this time. Jen help her hands out and pink-ish colored light began to glow around her hands, she then began to flux the light around her hands to sound and back, causing the light to take on the appearance of an aura borealis around her hands. Jen then held her hands over Daredevil's wounds to stabilize him. Jen then slide the hero onto her back, holding his arms over her shoulders, and carried him to a nearby store's backroom, where he would be safe and recover.

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The next morning Jen woke up, worried about the night before, she walked down from her hotel room back to Hell's Kitchen and more specifically to the same area and began walking around. She had changed her shirt to a black, form fitting tank top with a black and white picture faded Madonna's face on it, and ripped jeans. Same boots, same duster, but she bent the light around her eyes to make them look more....'normal'. White sclera and amber, reddish brown irises. Jen looked for Daredevil for hours, without finding him, so she gave up and decided to get a cup of coffee. Now to find a coffee shop. Jen passed a lot of little shops and the like, in the stripe mall like buildings with apartments above them. She passed a few law offices, one called Nelson and Murdock Law Office, that was just a few shops down from a coffee shop. Good. Finally. Jen walked into the coffee shop and got up to the counter, a man with sunglasses and a suit walked in behind her and stood in line. Jen glanced back, seeing he had a lot of scrapes and bruises, he was in rough shape. Jen wondered what happened to him, but man was his sunglasses cool. Ya know, Jen could do that and then she wouldn't have to glamour her eyes. Hell yeah! 

Oh shit it was her turn at the counter. She quickly turned back to the barista at the counter and smiled sheepishly. 

"Oh! I'm Sorry. I...uh...I would like a hot cider with a shot of expresso please." Jen said embarrassed by the fact that she was staring at that man behind her, at the fact that she was distracted and held up the line. The barista told Jen the price, she paid the woman and then shifted to the right side of the counter to wait for her drink to be done, as where it seemed that everyone in front of her shifted to. There was a bar with stools near where the checkout counter and the barista was, Jen sat down on one of the stools to wait for her drink. 

@falliblexpenance [Closed Starter to Matt Murdock]

[mutantenheim]

Jen LeBeau, unlike her friend Anya Barnes, she had no issues expressing her feelings. Jen had been imprisoned a huge chunk of her life, her emotions were the only thing that was her own. The facility had tried to force her to purge herself of them, to become just another child soldier, but Jen had held on, hiding her feelings and emotions from her abusers until she escaped with Anya, with the help of Anya's dad Bucky Barnes. Jen lived with the Barnes family for a time, seeing as that Jen, at that time, had no idea who she really was, who her family was. She lived with them until they needed to moved from Indiana and Bucky ended up taking Anya to Xavier's School for the Gifted. Jen had hitchhiked to the school to visit Anya a few times, and after finding out that her long lost brother, Remy LeBeau, was living at Xavier's school, Jen would end up staying there periodically. She never became an X-man, or X-woman or whatever, and she never enrolled in the school officially. A hug?!? Anya rarely gave these out. A warm feeling of 'home' or nostalgia came over Jen, causing a huge, soft smile to come across the mutant's face, her red and black eyes, softening from their usual intensity, as she wrapped her own arms around her friend, no her family. "Put up with you? I had a choice?" A musical laughter rose and fell, coming from Jen's voice as she teased Anya in return.

@oozeyboozey

lost prompt. ─ accepting. ─ @house0f3 . // "I've always had a lot of love in my heart for you. I am glad that we met and are friends. Even if you can be a brat sometimes." Jenny giggled at her jovial taught that she threw at one of her best friends, Anya Barnes.

if  there  was  a  person  she  wasn't  related  to  that  she  could  say  she  loved ... it  was  jen.  the  two  had  experienced  things  that  many  other  people  couldn't  possibly  imagine  going  through , well  before  they  even  became  adults.  life  hadn't  been  kind  for  them  from  the  first  day  of  their  lives , and  there  was  something  beautiful  to  the  way  the  two  of  them  were  able  to  bond  from  the  similar  bond  that  they  both  lived  through.  all  that  aside ... anya  was  terrible  at  displaying  her  feelings.  she  always  had  been.  and  even  now , here  and  out  of  the  grasps  of  HYDRA.  there  was  a  smile  though.  the  best  she  could  do  to  show  she  took  those  words  to  heart.  ( being  at  xavier's  had  made  her  low  key  nervous  still anyways. )  that  smile  stretches  almost  to  her  ears , and  she  throws  her  arms  around  her  in  a  hug.    "  you're  the  only  one  who  really  knows  hows  to  put  up  with  me!  "    she  joked  back  before  pulling  a  way.    "  that's  how  i  know  it's  true  love.  but  is  this  attached  with  a  favor?  "

[mutantenheim]

It had been months since Anya Barnes, Jenny's best friend, had gone to this Xavier's School for the Gifted or whatever. This was bullshi.....crap. Yeah. She knew that it was for the best, but it still sucked, the one person that she had a connection to, or any past with thanks to that weird organization and their facility. Jenny, hated her school, couldn't connect to anyone, so she left her little town in Indiana and hitchhiked her way to New York to find this school and visit Anya. It took a bit and Jenny heavily relied on her precognitive abilities to make sure that she would be safe. With only a few mishaps, and none ending in anyway other than someone would get hands, a burst of light and a piercing sound and a pop that shattered the glass of the vehicles, and Jenny just getting out of the vehicle and moved on to the next person that would pick her up. She eventually made it to New York and to the Xavier's School for Gifted Students, a mansion, and a beautiful one at that. Circle drive, with a fountain within a shrub in the middle of a pool that sits in the center of the circle drive. All of this in front of a very old but very well kept mansion that looked of a the gothic styles of the 1920s, with terraces and grand windows. "Woah! This is fancy, as hell." Jenny says breathlessly as she begins walking up the drive toward the mansion. Making it up to the door she stops. Does she knock? This is a school, does she just go in? Where's the front office or whatever? Jenny, uncertain of what to do lightly taps the door a few times while holding the handle, and then cracks the door open and peaks inside. Her red hair falling down her neck loosely, as she peaked her head inside the building. It seemed oddly empty and quiet. Oh wait. Duh school. Probably in class. Wait there was someone! Tall, male in a brown western style duster, facing away from her. Jenny slipped inside the building quietly closing the door. "Hey... Uh... Excuse me? Where's the office?" Jenny said louder than a whisper but still softly, trying to be mindful of the school and class and what not. She just wanted to find and visit with her bestie.

@cajuncardtricks

[mutantenheim]

H E R O E S Get remembered, B U T L E G E N D S N E V E R D I E! Anya & J3N trickery ♡ cleric @sheshootsxruns & @house0f3

-℘ɛŋŋɛɖ ცყ ƙɛɬ 𓎢 𓅃 𓏏 𓆑

[scores-of-antiheroes]

What's Jen's plans? She gonna be a hero? Live a normal life? What's in her future?

Jenny has a strong sense of justice, of what is right and wrong. Well from what she knows of the world anyway. Jenny knows that being experimented on and used as a tool by others is more than wrong. She is going to try and shut down any and all facilities that are experimenting on people, especially mutants. Jenny feels particularly strongly about this. So I guess if you call that a hero then she is going to be a hero.

Also Check out my side blog, Houseof3, for my mutant muses, like Jenny here.

[scores-of-antiheroes]

What is Jen's favorite thing about post experiment life?

The sun and sunlight. Jenny loves being outside, being able to see the natural light and feel the heat of the sun on her skin. I mean after being in and out of cryo and being in a lab most of her life.

Also Check out my side blog, Houseof3, for my mutant muses, like Jenny here.

[mutantenheim]

Hmmm Let's have Some Fun

𓇋𓅂𓅃 𓋴𓅂𓈖𓅂𓏏

[mutantenheim]

To be honest there were times that Jenny wanted to explode, usually out of frustration towards learning how to exist within society. She was so awkward at first, taking the criticism of those around her very seriously, taking it to heart. Jenny couldn't understand anything required or expected of a 'young lady her age', too many of these meaningless rules clashed and collided and for what so that people will accept her? Well she says 'Fuck that!' and that took Jenny less than two months of living outside the facility to decide this. Once she let go and decided to be herself, be how she felt and do things based on what she saw, then that feeling of wanting to explode dissipated and eventually disappeared. Jenny was glad that she lived with the Barnes', they were kind and loving because they lived through hell and they wanted to make sure to help those out to pay back some of the atrocities that they had committed in their past, and they wanted to make sure that others experienced kindness and love since this world was often times not that. Jenny loved the Barnes's reasons for helping others and more over bringing her into their home and their family, and she agreed and shared in their reasons. Her past was tied to theirs. It made sense to Jenny that they were family, and she was overjoyed to see Jamie nodding agreeing that they were family. Jenny sadly smiled in relief seeing that Jamie absolved her to any guilt or blame with her earlier outburst, nodding while smiling. She took a deep breath in, held and relea......Jenny released all the air in a burst at once out of surprise of Jamie's compliment. Rad? Her eyes? "R...r..really? No!" Jenny chuckled nervously, stuttering her protest to Jamie. "My eyes are freaky and weird. Not rad. Stop kidding around, Jaym." Jenny hated the stares that she got when people saw her weird eyes. She looked like a demon. She used to think and wonder if she was a demon, but what demon uses light, right? Jenny quickly deflected Jamie's compliment. Why would Jamie say something like that, even joking?

@vintertsarn

@house0f3

It would have been a massive understatement to say that Jenny was wise beyond her years. Her attitude overall had been impressive to Jamie the entire time that he'd known her thus far. At first, he'd been worried that it was all an ACT, or that she was building up into a powder keg over time and would EXPLODE eventually...but he'd come to see it differently in the past couple of months. The sunshine that she exuded was all GENUINE, and from what he'd been able to tell, she allowed herself to be unapologetically KIND to those that needed it.

And there, at their FAMILY'S HOME, Jenny was surrounded by plenty of people that NEEDED KINDNESS. Even if none of them were quick to accept it, for lack of believing they DESERVED IT.

He nodded along to her question as to whether or not they were FAMILY, taking her advice to heart. His brows arched somewhat when his adopted sister's EYES shifted somewhat, but it wasn't anything he was afraid of by any means. He smiled at her, trying to match even a FRACTION of her energy.

His efforts doubled when he saw Jenny's expression falling. One of his hands came up and waved a few times. "Hey, no, it's fine," he assured her, "honestly, I wasn't upset by it or anything. Took me by surprise, but not in a BAD way. More like...a firecracker, y'know?" He gave slight pause. "Your eyes are like, SO RAD by the way," he told her.

[mutantenheim]

Her heart cried out for her adopted brother, she didn't mean to startle him or trigger any of his trauma. Shit Jenny totally didn't think about what Jamie had been through before pierce and how it was so similar to what Anya and Jenny had been through at the latest facility. How something like an stern command to get his attention could trigger some unpleasant memories or worse. Jenny instantly felt bad. Jenny chuckled at Jamie's dry attempt at a joke. His jokes were always that way and Jenny loved it, she wouldn't have it any other way. When his demeanor soften and Jamie began speaking again, thanking Jenny for her help, she kept her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him with just her eyes and quietly listened until he was done, then Jenny smiled at him with both her bright, toothy smile, as well as her currently glamoured eyes. "Hey no problem. That's what fam is for right? 'nd we are family, right?" Jenny sat upright, turning to face Jamie, positioning herself into a cross-legged position, her hands placed comfortably with heel of the palms, together and both palms on the ground, pushing herself up. "Look, your gonna be conflicted until you can see for yourself what I mean. Ya gotta learn to love yourself, even if that means telling yourself what everyone else tells you about you until you can." Jenny spoke with certainty, purpose and yet her tone was her usual cheerful, upbeat tone. It was serene. Jenny pointed at Jamie's chest. "But the point is that you have to do the work. To use that logical brain of yours to logic the positivity and change that you do to affect those around you and your surroundings. " Poking Jamie's chest for emphasis a few times, Jenny looked at her brother in the eyes, kindness in them. Jenny felt strongly about seeing Jamie see the value in himself, for him to see him as Jenny saw Jamie. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, the glamour broken from Jenny's lack of emotional control and the tears further bending the light, that was changing her eyes, past the mutant's control. The kindness still remaining in her now red and black eyes. Hearing Jamie's little jab at her, Jenny smirked and put on an arrogant look. "Bitch, ya better believe I am useful 'nd don't you forget it!" Her tone a playful arrogance going into a giggle when the idea of Jenny being tough got too much for her not to laugh. The feeling that Jenny had been holding back finally got to her. Her face becoming solemn. "So, sorry if I activated any unpleasant memories or anything when I said 'hey' earlier." She smiled meekly at her brother.

@vintertsarn

@house0f3

There wasn't much that made Jamie FLINCH anymore, but the teenager hadn't been prepared for the sudden OUTBURST that Jenny had in an attempt to get him to come out of his funk. His pity party for one. So, there had been a subtle tension in his posture for a moment, but as he looked to give her his full attention, his shoulders relaxed once more and the rest of his form followed as he continued to listen to her.

Every instinct within his own brain wanted to FIGHT AGAINST what she was insisting on as Jenny discouraged him from trying to measure his trauma against that of his sister's, or even Jenny's. He remembered what it was like to live as Anya and Jenny had been living, before their first escape. It was hell on earth, and even at such a young age he had been partially hoping in the back of his mind that one of the missions that HYDRA sent him on would prove TOO MUCH, and it would all be OVER.

Living with Pierce wasn't exactly a WALK IN THE PARK, but he'd never lost his WILL TO LIVE while there. In his mind, there was such a clear comparison that it was impossible not to count himself LUCKY to have not been chosen by V in the sick game that HYDRA had been playing with the twins.

Yet here he was, receiving validation from one of those that had been fresh out of that hellish facility. He looked to her in quiet astonishment for a moment, his young mind processing what he was being told just in time for her to lean against him and joke with him. Jamie found himself smiling without even realizing and it was clear that this was the normal interaction that he needed. He needed to be able to talk about how he was feeling in a NORMAL environment, with someone that could understand. He laughed quietly and gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder.

"Cool, I can add LEANING POST to my list of abilities, then," he joked back with her. His smile softened then as he looked to Jenny with genuine appreciation.

"Thanks...for sayin' what you did. I'm still...a little bit conflicted about everything, but I feel like I stand a fightin' chance at figuring things out now." He lightly pat the back of his hand upon her shoulder. "See, look at that, you're bein' useful too!" He chuckled again, knowing he was being a little bit of a smartass while still meaning what he said.

[mutantenheim]

Jenny knew that Jamie struggled to talk to others, especially about what happened to them, she did too. Where as Jamie became quiet and picky about who he talked to, almost brooding at times but that may have just been that Bucky Barnes was his father, Jenny tended to instead of being quiet she made sure that everyone else around her was happy and taken care of. She didn't so much talk about her problems, she didn't ignore them, or bury them either though, she tried to make sure others didn't feel the way that she did, or even does feel, trying to heal her trauma through the help of others. This was more so for those that she loved and considered family, Jamie was, is, family. Jenny rolled her eyes, not in a dismissive way but, in a way to say that she agreed with Jamie and was also tired of those kind of thoughts. She then bobbed her head lightly to reaffirm that her eye rolling was not to brush Jamie off. "Yeah. I totally get that. Boy, do I ever." Adding even more to her affirmation, but then her own exasperation of the trauma and the memories came flooding back, causing her to end what she was saying in a trailed off, exasperated tone. Jenny tried to push the memories back, focus on the now, focus on helping Jamie, but she was struggling today for some reason. Trauma needs to be worked through, maybe that was it, maybe it was that she kept avoiding going through the trauma to circumvent it by helping others. She had to stop doing that. Hearing Jamie lament how he wished he could have done more, snapped Jenny back to the present. "Hey!" She said sharply but not harshly, to get the point across that Jamie needed to snap out of it. "We can't compare traumas. One isn't worse than another. We each had to deal with shit that we shouldn't of had t' deal with, ever. Your trauma is just as valid as mine is." With the same forceful, insistent tone, Jenny continued. Jamie needed to listen to this. "You are useful. The past happened how it was supposed to, we can't change that. We shouldn't have to be useful, we should just exist. But that being said, you are smart, your mutation is cool, as fuck! You're very kind and caring. You help your family out now. That's all that matters. Right?" Jenny smiled at Jamie and placed her head lightly on his shoulder and melted into a lean against her brother. Jenny smirked at a thought that popped in her head. "Hey! Look you are very useful! You are a good leaning post and good to have someone t' cuddle up to." Giggling Jenny teased Jamie as she cuddled against his shoulder.

@vintertsarn

@house0f3

Jenny was officially marked SAFE in his mental record of who was willing to have an honest-to-god conversation with him. Thus far, that list consisted of the adults within the equation...and now one of the other teens.

So really, what he had a list of was ONE NAME of the one person that he felt like he had no RIGHT to try to converse with; ANYA.

The only pitfall to conversations was that sometimes, the subject matter turned to HIM. Jamie wasn't fond of that. Given the choice, he would have rather not been perceived by most people, and he didn't like having the attention drawn to him specifically.

At that point though, Jamie was sure that if he didn't talk about it with someone in earnest, he was going to have a full-on mental BREAKDOWN from internalizing it.

"Y'know, just uh..." he shrugged, "all th' stuff we've all been through, that we got away from..." Jamie felt himself backing out and forced himself to proceed, his jaw tight for a second as he tried to maintain his composure.

"I just...feel like there's more I should be doin'. I had it...so much easier than you an' Anya. And now that I'm able t' be useful...I'm just NOT."

[mutantenheim]

Jenny, hearing the creak of screen door and the boots on the front porch, just breathed in and out, feeling the remaining heat from the sun hit her face. The serenity allowed her to use her mutation to see Jamie sitting on the porch before he even noticed her, and she smiled. One of [J3N]'s mutations was a precognitive ability to see things a few moments in the future. She loved to use it for pranks, or jokes instead of for 'missions' and reconnaissance. Jenny's precognitive abilities were something that the facility was really interested in, she just never 'learned to control them' before she escaped, that is. Jamie was alright in Jenny's book. He seemed straight forward, just a little quiet. Jenny could see that he was hurting and not just from whatever happened to him while she and Anya were at that facility. Like Jenny didn't have any point of reference to go off of, she didn't know Anya and Jamie before the facility, well kind of, but the relationship of the siblings seemed strained. "Hey Jamie. Yes you may sit next to me." Jenny chuckled, answering his question as he was asking it. She loved doing that to him, answering his questions before he states them. She liked having a brother. Jenny giggled and patted the spot and smiled smugly at Jamie, her red and black eyes softly squinting at the edges with her smile. "Yeah, fresh air is good, for surez and company is always nice." Jenny bumped her shoulder, playfully into Jamie's. Then noticing the far off look in the teen boy's eyes, something more than usual was there. "What's got your gears in a bunch?" Jenny tilted her head inquisitively and raised a single eyebrow in question to Jamie. She genuinely cared about the awkward teen, probably because he was like a brother to her and she was also an awkward teen.

@vintertsarn

@house0f3 - [Jenny LeBeau]

In the time that Jamie had been kept as Alexander Pierce's 'son', Anya had been taken back to the familiar and NIGHTMARISH settings of both of the twins' early childhood. As it would so happen, there were competing forces even within HYDRA itself. Pierce believed that it was easier to control and utilize an ASSET when they were in a setting that felt more natural and tranquil, and the human brain would adjust accordingly until taking orders felt as natural as breathing. The man that had taken over as Anya's handler acted as a rival to Pierce. V. Someone that desired the same LEADERSHIP POSITION within HYDRA that Pierce did. That position being the SURPREME LEADER.

In the months before their parents were able to get them out of captivity, Pierce and V had begun to organize what they would DISTURBINGLY call 'Playdates' between the siblings. What actually happened during these reunions with the twins, was that they would be forcibly pitted against one another in combat. The severity of the violence that they were forced into got worse and worse, until one day it seemed as though something within Anya had SNAPPED. It didn't seem like she was even trying to hold back. Hell, she hadn't even seemed like the same PERSON. It was as though someone had reached RIGHT INTO HER BRAIN and rearranged everything that she knew until the villains in her mind were her own father and brother. He was able to infer that from what V would call out to Anya during these fights. Things meant to make her think less of her family, more of HIM.

When Jamie had seen his sister again after Anya had been liberated from the facility, and he from Pierce, Anya wasn't alone. There was a girl there, one that seemed to be just as much a victim as either of the twins. Unsurprisingly, Bucky had taken J3N in without a second thought. The girl had nowhere else to go. From that point on, she became JENNY, a part of the family.

With the trauma still fresh in all of the kids' minds, there was little chance of them MENDING anything too quickly. What they could do though, was ADJUST. They could COPE, and they didn't have to do it alone.

Allowing others to get close enough to help though, was a HURCULEAN TASK. Jamie in particular had been feeling isolated even after liberation, namely because he had been allotted some semblance of a social life so that he could keep up appearances. Now all of the kids weren't supposed to leave the grounds of the house without an adult.

Hoping to feel a little less CLOSED IN, Jamie had opted to go outside. The weather had been pretty decent, and even if he couldn't leave the yard, it was better than being walled up.

Upon coming out on to the porch, he found that he wasn't alone there and paused briefly. "Oh," he spoke with just a tint of caution, "hey, Jenny." Jamie offered a small wave of his hand before his gaze moved down. Lately, speaking to Anya was a DICE ROLL, so he was simply being cautious with all of his interactions.

"Mind if I pop a squat?" he inquired, pointing to the seat next to her. "Kinda just wanted t' get some fresh air, but I wouldn't mind the company if you don't."

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@awbarnes-no

J3N. No Last Name. That was what Jenny’s file said her name was. Jenny was the name that Anya had suggested, based on how her Identification Code looked like the name Jen, once they had escaped the HYDRA facility that they were housed in. Jenny liked it and went with it. That being said not having an actual name, and not having a last name made Jenny feel like an “Other” or like a freak. Like she didn’t fit into society. Which in turn makes Jenny realize there is a lot of things about society that she doesn’t like. Fuck Society! Jenny tried to hide her smile at Anya agreeing with her. It felt like Anya was coming to Jenny’s defense. Followed by Anya expressing that she had interest, which immediately caused Jenny to come out of her pout with bright eyes and a toothy smile. She was obviously excited to hear that Anya had interests and hobbies.

“Oh!?! Like what!?! Maybe it’ll give me some ideas of what my interests are, Ya know?” That sparkle of hope in her big eyes and glowing smile, radiating from Jenny’s face, in hopeful anticipation that Anya will tell her what interests her.

“Plus...I, really, just wanna know...” It blurted out before Jenny could stop it, even if she did stop herself before she finished her sentence but now it felt awkward because there was this unfinished sentence that burst forth and was said with a gusto only to be cut short for some random reason. It looked weird. Damn it. Jenny felt embarrassed no matter which choice she chose. ugh! “Because I like you and think you’re cool, and wanna know what kind of things you like.” Jenny quietly, almost under breath, finished the sentence, her face turning bright red.

Life outside of HYDRA and The Red Room could be downright confusing. Which was the most frustrating part for Anya. You knew where you had been was bad, you remember the hurt. The YEARS of hurt that came from there. But then . . . when the taste of freedom came . . . it almost seemed like it was too sweet.

Having people around her who knew what that was like helped . . . it helped a lot actually. It allowed her to at least know that she wasn't alone. But that had it's own problems. The people in her life who shared her experience . . . they were important to her, which meant that she found herself hurting when the people she cared about hurt.

" Yeah they did. " She commented on Jen's assessment of the people who once controlled them. She smiled at Jen, she always did know a way to make things a little bit lighter. She had a humor about her that Anya didn't really seem to have. She took after her dad a little more in that way.

" I'm still trying to figure out what I like. " She added, picking at a loose thread on her jeans. That wasn't completely true. She knew some of the things she liked, but most of them had to do with her former life as an asset. Cleaning weapons, sparring, target practice . . . all things she enjoyed . . . all things kids didn't do.