From the second she opened her eyes, Jess knew something wasn't quite right. She didn't feel any real panic just yet, she had woken up in an unfamiliar place many times before. The bed she shifted on wasn't exactly made of clouds, but it was by far better than a park bench. Furrowing her brows, she kept her gaze transfixed on the ceiling for a good twenty minutes, the only sign that she was still alive was her chest rising and falling beneath her thin white top. 

It was only when other sounds of movement echoed across the room that she turned her head, her features betraying nothing but mild boredom. Her eyes darted around the room as people began to wake, clearly disorientated and as clueless as she was. [i]And, boy, how she hated not knowing more than everyone else.[/i]

Jessamine's gaze was particularly drawn to this one girl in pink. The colour choice already caused her to raise an eyebrow, even more so when she stood up and spoke in a tiny voice. [i]Pathetic[/i]. She made a mental note of each and every person as her attention slid across her surroundings. Most of these notes consisted of one word, some of them unspeakable. Good thing she never said them aloud, it wouldn't be good for her to be the most hated in the room already. Instead, she just stuck to her usual sarcastic comments. 

[b]"Good luck searching for nothin'." [/b]Lifting her legs up in a child-like manner, her full lips stretched out into an innocent smile. [b]"I'm just sayin', whoever put you here obviously isn't gonna leave things lying out waiting to be found."[/b] As always, she addressed everyone as 'you', instead of 'us'. It was something she liked to do to ensure that everyone knew she was different, better.