Jade Eastly | |
Portrayed By | Miranda Cosgrove |
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Gender | Female |
Date of Birth | August 2nd, 1991 |
Age | 18 |
Zodiac Sign | Leo |
Aliases | None |
Place of Birth | Los Angeles, California |
Current Location | New York City, NY, USA |
Occupation | Student |
Known Relatives | Gina (mother, absent), Ronald (father, absent) |
Significant Other | You Wish! |
Known Abilities | Crushing Male Egos/Finding Guys Cute |
Themesong | 'Just the Way I Am' - Skye Sweetnam |
First Appearance | I'm Not Even Supposed To Be Here Today! |
A drifter who hails from California, Jade is a professional bum without aim or direction in her life, but a dream of visiting Europe firmly in her goals. She takes temp jobs wherever she can get them to earn money to get her a little farther down the road, which is usually accomplished by walking down the interstate with her thumb out. Her skills include such things she's picked up as surfing, beach volleyball, and an uncanny knack of avoiding the come ons of lonely truckers.
More recently, she's made her way to New York where a variety of circumstances has led her to the discovery of Evolved people. Having met a number of them, Jade's world has become a menagerie of unusual circumstances and being on the run with her new 'sister', Lena. Though things don't seem to be going their way, the abrasive teen does her best to keep her chin up and soldier on.
Even more recently, the teenager has moved out on her own once more, having left the Petrelli safehouse, living apart from her 'sibling' Lena. Having managed to obtain her GED, she's now taking basic courses at a community college with money gifted to her by Jaden Cain. Don't ask her what degree she's going for, because even she doesn't know.
The Diary of Jade Eastly
YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS!
- August 2nd, 1998 - My name is Jade Eastly. I am seven years old. Mommy spent our money for my birthday present. It's this notebook! She says it's my secrets diary. Now, whenever I have something I want to say, but don't want to tell anyone, I can put it in here. I like my new notebook a lot.
- August 5th, 1998 - I don't get to see Daddy anymore. Not in a long, long time. I miss him a whole bunch. I don't understand why Mommy says I can't see him anymore. She says it's because he isn't nice, but he always gives me piggyback rides and lets me have more chocolate chips in my icecream than him. I asked her why he wasn't nice today and she looked really sad. She told me he was unfaithful. I don't think that's true, because he used to take me to church every Sunday. Mommy says she doesn't think we'll ever get live with Daddy again and that makes me sad. I don't like living in a car. I miss my bed with the pink sheets and the Snow White stickers. I don't like how hot it gets, it makes me feel yucky.
- October 31st, 1998 - It's finally Halloween, but Mommy says we can't afford a costume. I don't know why we can't. All the other kids get to have one. Mommy says it's because we're poor. I don't like being poor. I'm the only person my age at the place we live at now. Mommy says it's good because it's free, but it smells and we have to sleep in a room with a bunch of other people. I get lonely and I have no one to play with. We don't have our car anymore.
- December 9th, 1998 - I don't like Mommy's friends. I don't like the way her breath smells, either. She used to buy me things sometimes. Now she only buys things to drink, but she never buys me any thing to drink. We move around a lot now and stay with people Mommy knows. I get to eat all the cereal I want, but I liked the other place that smelled better. Mommy wasn't happy, but we were together. She's always in one of her friend's rooms. She doesn't want to talk to me very much anymore. Have I been bad?
- April 29th, 1999 - I haven't written in a while. I'm sorry Notebook! I'll try to do better. I've been really, really busy. I have three whole new friends now! There's Jake and Bobby and Crystal. Bobby's a little older than the rest of us and thinks he's our boss because he's going to be a teenager in the Fall. He says being a teenager means he's a grown-up, but I think he's just mean and stupid. Sometimes he still plays with us. He likes to be the bad guy. I don't know where Mommy is. Pearl, that's the lady who's house we live in, she says my case worker gave my Mommy an address so she could come visit any time she wanted to. I don't think they did, though, because she hasn't come by at ALL. I don't know why I have a case worker. I haven't done any crimes, so I don't need a detective.
- September 11th, 1999 - I'm eight now and guess what? I got to start a brand new school! I go to Thomas Middleton Memorial Elementary. My teacher is Misses Clairy and I like her a lot. I have lots of friends now and we play on the playground at lunch time every day. I asked Misses Pearl if I could stay with her forever, and she told me yes, I can stay until I'm thirteen, which is a long, long, long time away. She says I can stay until I get a new family, but I told her I just wanted my Mommy and Daddy back. I asked her to give my Mommy and Daddy my address again because they must not have got it. I think the mailman must have lost it, because they never come to see me. She said she would try. We are having spaghetti and meatballs tonight.
- August 15th, 2005 - I can't believe I still have this thing. I thought I lost it years ago. Wonder how it stayed with me all the times I moved this past year? I don't even know what to write. I'm starting High School next month, big whoop that is. Like I didn't get teased enough in Middle School for being in this shithole of a social service system. I hear California has a big enough budget to almost match any two other states, so why the hell can't they find a decent spot to stick me? Not fair that I have to go to school. Like being bounced around between foster homes isn't bad enough. This is the one I'm supposed to be staying in, here in San Francisco. S'what they said about the last one, too. Whatever. I can't wait until I'm eighteen.
- March 3rd, 2006 - I thought I threw this thing away? God, Jody is such a bitch. Me and some of the gang were just hanging out behind the gym and she comes around the corner and starts flipping out just because we were smoking. So she rats us all out to the principal, who flips HER damned lid and decides to call our parents. Then decides to have a special-fucking-talk with me just because I don't have any! Idiot runs her mouth at me for like an hour, then calls the Queen Bitch Tyrant who rules the 'castle' I live at and tells HER. Now I'm supposed to be grounded or something. Whatever. I should just run away.
- August 2nd, 2006 - Happy birthday to me. Again. I'm going to be a Sophomore tomorrow, whatever that's worth. It's at a new school, so it's not like any of it matters. It's all so stupidly irrelevant what grade I'm in. I got moved to another freaking home, so it's not like I'll know anyone there. And next year, I'll just be moved somewhere else. I freaking hate the other girls I live with. They give me these shitty looks whenever Miss Jean isn't looking. I hear them talking shit, especially Misty. I want to knock the freaking snot out of that girls face. I should just get the hell out of here.
- September 24th, 2006 - That's it, I'm leaving tonight. Todd's going to take me to Colorado with him. I don't really know him that well, but anything's better than being here. I met him down at the carwash where he worked. His sister's getting him some mechanic job up near Denver or some garbage like that. I have to go tonight before they bounce me to another home and I lose my chance. It's all Misty's fault. Her and her snide little remarks about how my boyfriend is 'so old'. Todd's only twenty-six. Her boyfriend's in his damned thirties! As soon as everyone falls asleep, I am such a freaking GHOST.
- September 26th, 2006 - Easy as hell. I'm in the car right now. Todd ran in to grab some food from this Dairy Queen on the buttcrack of nowhere up here in the mountains. We'll be on the outskirts of Denver by nightfall, but Todd's kind of freaking out. He doesn't know how his sister will react if he shows up with me. I told him to chill out, we'll just tell her I'm eighteen. Who gives a damn, anyway? No one knows me here. Anything will be better than those foster homes.
- November 4th, 2006 - I left Todd a few days ago. He lost his job because of all that shit he was smoking and came home mad. Nobody hits me. I'm glad to be out of that damned trailer anyway. I had enough money on me to buy a week at this sleazy motel thing. What kind of place charges rent by the week? Not that I'm complaining. I've got like five bucks left and that'll be gone the next time I get hungry. I'll have to find some kind of job. I need to save up enough money to get out of here. I hate the mountains. I don't want to go back to Cali, either. Don't know where I'll go. I don't have any ID or anything. Need to find a place that'll hire me under the table. Dammit, this isn't what I thought it'd be like at all.
- February 28th, 2007 - Almost time to ditch this town. I worked all winter at this freaking tree-planting farm. It sucked, but they didn't ask for ID or any special skills. It was cold as hell, and muddy, but I got enough money to get out of here for a while. I've had a lot of time to think. I'm not going back into the DSS. The north is even colder, though if I got to Canada, maybe they have some perks up there I don't know about. Back west is where I came from. Can't stay here. South is just more mountains, then desert if I remember geography right, then Mexico. So I'll go east. I'm leaving in a week. I don't have a car, so I'll have to hitchhike. I'm kind of nervous. I've never been on my own before.
- March 11th, 2007 - Well, I made it to Kansas. Some trucker named Rob picked me up and brought me to some town called Hutchinson. He says he has to get some sleep, so he's using the little cot in the back of his cab. He said there might be room if I wanted to squeeze in, or I could just sleep on the seat. I declined. Sorry, I might need a ride, but not enough to whore myself out for one. So now I'm in this no-name motel. Took a while to get a room, too. Had to give the clerk some sob story about leaving my abusive ex for him to let me stay with no ID. I guess it's partly true, anyway. I have to meet Rob at 6AM or he might leave me behind, and it's already after midnight. Sweet dreams.
- March 12th, 2007 - This is as far as Rob and I go, I guess. It's almost midnight and I can't find a motel anywhere. At least it's kind of warm, so if I have to sleep outside, I have that. After driving south through Oklahoma and Texas, we cut back east to Louisiana. I'm just outside some place called Lafayette, where he's dropping his load, then picking up some more of Whatever and heading back up to Oregon. He kind of hinted that he wanted me to go with him, but no thanks. Beer guts are not, and never will be, hot guy material.
- March 23rd, 2007 - Pensacola, Florida's a pretty nice place, all things considered. Even in March it's not that cold here. I started running low on money again, so I got a job at a hotel as a maid. I think half their staff doesn't even have Green Cards, so not having any identification wasn't really a problem. I met a guy, Kyle. He's kind of nice, in that beach bum kind of way. He's going to teach me surfing tomorrow, on my day off. It looks hard, but really fun. Boards are crazy expensive, but he said I could borrow his roommate's. I'm really looking forward to it.
- July 15th, 2007 - Still a maid. Job sucks, Kyle's moved away, but I'm still practicing my surfing. I'm making some friends and I almost don't want to leave here. Almost. There's no sense in sticking around long enough for people to find out I'll only be turning sixteen next month. I've saved up some money, enough to travel some more, anyway. I think I'm gonna go see Miami. Supposed to be a really good hotspot. I'll leave sometime after my birthday. I'd like to have at least one to celebrate, even if everyone thinks it's going to by my twenty-first.
- April 6th, 2008 - Man, it's been so long I almost forgot I had this thing. Miami was a decent spot to spend the winter. I hooked up with this really cool crew and got a job as a gas station attendent filling up people's tanks and washing bathrooms. After the cold season, or what passes for it here in Florida, was over, I went further south. Now I'm in Key Largo. I have a job with another hotel, NOT a maid this time. I'm their surfing instructor. The money is out of this world. Even after the hotel's cut, which is fifty percent, I have enough to live off of and can still save up. Soon I'll even have my own surfboard, not this shitty one the hotel supplied. This place rocks. It's gonna suck come Fall when I'm out of a job. Maybe I'll travel up north and see the Eastern seaboard.
- August 10th, 2008 - I'm seventeen now. Old enough to get emancipated and out of the social service network. But I could still get denied. I think I'll just wait until I'm eighteen. This has been the best summer of my life, but now it's over. The hotel is letting me go on the first of next month. I've decided I'll head up north, maybe to Charleston, or Philidelphia, New York. Who knows? I go where fate takes me. I've got a good penny saved up. I'm making my goodbyes. The friends I've made are giving me a farewell party in a couple of weeks. Sandy kind of spilled the beans, then made me promise not to tell anyone I knew. I've never seen water so blue. I'll miss it.
- September 7th, 2008 - Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. Not too great here, but it's near Charleston and I found some work that'll take me through the winter. I don't want to be hitch-hiking into the upper states through three feet of snow, and the weather is already beginning to show signs of changing. I got a temp job with some Mexican lawncare guy. Just kinda fell into after I got dropped off at the Home Depot near here. He barely speaks any English, but he's pretty funny. He's always drinking beer, though. Always. He lets me have some when he's feeling generous and he's old enough to be my grandfather. I like him. He has a cute son about my age, though they both think I'm nineteen. There's nothing to do here, though. This place is Hicksville, USA.
- March 2nd, 2009 - It's that time of the year again. Time to head out. Winter's letting off, it's getting a little bit warmer, and the snow is probably starting to melt off the roads up north. I told Eduardo I'll be leaving. He seemed kind of upset that I wouldn't be seeing his son anymore. Esteban's really fun to hang out with and all, but I don't see a future with him. He's kind of dumb, too, and coming from me, that's probably bad. He wants me to stick around, says so I can teach him how to surf, but I'm not going to stay here just to lead him on. Besides, lawncare isn't the most exciting work in the world. This time, I got a bus ticket. I'm gone in two days.
- August 2nd, 2009 - The fabled day I've been waiting for! I thought turning eighteen and not having to worry about getting taken back in by social services would be a big deal, but it's really not. I still can't get any ID. I don't have a permanent address or anything to give them. I'm spending the Big Day by myself in some cafe in Dewey Beach, Delaware. I'm writing this while waiting on my food to get here. Waffles and bacon. By myself. Suddenly staying in Mount Pleasant doesn't seem so bad! I think I'll head for New York, see the Big Apple. Maybe then I'll see if I can engineer a way across the ocean. I've always wanted to see Europe.
- October 10th, 2009 - And here it is. I'm sitting in one of the subway terminals here in Long Island. This city is freaking huge. I don't remember much about San Francisco, but I know it wasn't like this. Everything is so busy here. And expensive. I'm going to need to find a job fast before this place eats through the wad of money I have stuffed in the bottom of my duffel. First, I'll need a job, then an address. Can't get an ID or a passport without a residence in the state of New York. If that doesn't pan out, I think I'll head back south to Florida, check out South America, maybe. Of course, I should worry about not getting knifed, first. This subway doesn't look too safe.
- October 24th, 2009 - I was pretty low on cash, so I walked into this thrift-store thing when I saw the Help Wanted sign in the window. The manager, or owner, I don't know which, gave me a job before he even knew my name. I thought New York was some hard place where there could be a criminal under every rock? How did this guy not get freaking robbed by now? Well, whatever, his name's Randall something-or-other. He's got a cool laptop and he's kind of cute, in that fixer-upper slacker kind of way. Some bible salesmen came in like five minutes later and started heckling him, and there was some creepy chick checking out knives. We sold her some and I'm pretty sure they're gonna be found at a crime scene. Job doesn't seem to hard, and the pay's not great, but I got enough to live. If I save up, I might be able to get that passport and plane ticket after all.
- November 4th, 2009 - Okay, the next time I decide I wanna go clubbing, I'm bringing along better protection. Mister Kirkwood invited me to some hotspot, since I guess I was complaining a little too loudly about not having anything to do. So there I was, and before I know it, someone had slipped me something, which is really, REALLY weird, since I didn't have anything to drink that whole time. It was one of those things where you can see yourself doing all these retarded things, but you can't do a damned thing about it. I met this girl and this guy, I think they were all hooked up or something, I'm not really sure. Mister Kirkwood got me out of there before I could do anything really stupid, like catch an STD. Oh god, I don't even know how the hell I'm going to look him in the eye after trying to suffocate him with my tongue. I might have to quit. I might have to move.
- November 11th, 2009 - Those preacher morons are still staking out the store. It's starting to get so coming to work is a hassle. Well, more of a hassle than it usually is. I might wear something Satanic tomorrow, just to see if I'm lynched. Everything was going pretty much like usual, then some little girl wandered in all hot and heavy for 'Randy'. She looked kind of skanky, and I think her name was Ditzy or some garbage. Who knows? I was a little jealous. Not because I like him or anything! Well, maybe, but he sure as hell doesn't have to know that. Anyway, he and Skank-a-Thon were having this tete-a-tete off in the corner with him trying to ditch her and I felt a little bad for her. Not bad enough to like her, though. I did everything I could to get them together, but really I just did it to bug the snot out of Randall. Yeah, it was pretty damned funny. I wonder if he might actually have to go to that sermon thing?
- November 12th, 2009 - In a city the size of New York, you could almost imagine going your whole life without ever meeting the same person twice. But that guy from the club came by today, Tiago. He's pretty cute, in that trying-too-hard-to-be-a-bad-boy kind of way. Kind of stuck in a part of life I'm not all that anxious to be in again, though. I've done drugs, I've lived on the streets, I've shacked up with guys twice my age just for a place to live. Not exactly glamorous. Can't believe I told him how I wanted to travel all over the world and thought he'd understand! He's not a bad guy, though, and that girl of his, I'm pretty sure her name was Lena, she's okay. I wonder what the story with those two is, anyway. I'm definitely going to have to find out just what's going on there.
- November 14th, 2009 - Note to self: Never go to that karaoke bar again. What the hell is wrong with me! Not only do I let myself get drugged again, I get up on stage and make a fool of myself. I even took my shirt off! Some senator was there, pretty hot for an older guy, or maybe because he was an older guy. Either way, I'm just glad he wasn't there for my big showcase. I'm never going out again, ever. Thank god Lena and Tiago were there to cockblock me from getting too handsy with Randall again. How many times can I embarrass myself by hussying out to him! Geez, make him work for it a little, girl. I'm seriously starting to think something is wrong here. How could I be drugged again and no see anyone? Do I have a stalker? It couldn't be Randall, could it? He wasn't even there when the effects hit. The obvious choice is Chi, but he didn't make any moves or do anything date-rapish. So… What the hell?
- November 15th, 2009 - Randy is out of his mind. He has to be! There's no way I could be the one doing this to people, drugging them up. But then, he did bring up some good points. Is he making me as insane as he is, or could he be on to something? There's weird things out there all throughout the world that no one can explain, what if this is one of them? After all, it seems like only me, and men I find attractive, are undergoing the effects of this psycho-drug-thing. What if it is me? What am I going to do? But then why doesn't it happen more often? I'm around Randy all the damned time, but it never once happens at work, only when we're at clubs or bars. Do I emit some kind of love drug when I'm aroused? It's too damned crazy to believe.
- November 25th, 2009 - Ugh, it's been for freaking ever since I've had a quiet moment to write in this thing. I couldn't pull it out while Lena and Chi were staying here! I'd never hear the end of it, and I just know both of them would have read it. The last week has been the craziest, scariest days of my life. I'm not the super-powered weirdo, Lena is, and she's the one been causing all the problems! After springing that little gem on me, they asked if they could hide out at my place. Apparently the law was looking for them. What could I do? I was pretty pissed, but I couldn't just leave them out in the cold to be kidnapped by government stooges. And then just the yesterday, they might have been followed, so now I can't even go home. Probably can't go to the pawn shop for a little while, either. They're having me stay at some girl named Sydney's place. Pretty classy digs. Everything is so fucked up, and I just don't know what to do about any of it. I've just become this useless piece of carry-on luggage. But what else can I do? I hope everything settles down within a few weeks and maybe I can go back home if they figure out I'm not being watched or anything. I don't know what I'd do if I was. How can I defend myself against trained kidnappers?
- November 29th, 2009 - I finally got to talk to Randy today. He seemed worried, but not all that worried. I mean, I wasn't looking forward to him freaking out, but geez, would it have killed him to act a little more concerned? I was kind of disappointed, I guess, with how well he took the news of me hiding out. I had to give him the last of my money to get a gun from him. I don't think I'm going to tell Lena and Tiago about it. They'd just worry I was going to get hurt, but if I can't even pretend to defend myself, I'm just dead weight. I don't want to drag them down if the worst happens and they have to protect me. I don't want to think about them getting hurt for me. I don't want to think about where the hell I'm supposed to come up with rent money so I can keep my place, or what's going to happen to my things when they're thrown out. It took a while to save up for a good surf board. Hopefully I can go home in a few days and at least be able to clean my place out.
- December 2nd, 2009 - Cheech came in and interrupted my bubble-blowing marathon with some 'great' news: we're probably moving out of the city. I'll have to ride the bus every day, but at least I can go back to work and get some more money. That's good news. Kind of gave me a heart attack, though. I thought they were going to leave without me! I would've kicked both their asses. Ever since I got this gun, though, I've felt even more uneasy. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach, and it's not even loaded. Maybe I should just get rid of it.
- December 10th, 2009 - Cheech and Lena had their first big fight, I think. At least, I'm pretty sure it was the first big one. They both wanted to call it quits, as if I would let that happen. Those two are so stupid, they can barely see how much they need each other. They're going to stay together if I have to strangle them both. I don't want to think of them leaving each other. Or me. I talked to Cheech first, and was he ever stubborn! I think I got through to him, though. Even if he was being super whiny. Lena was a lot more calm about it, but then, she doesn't have testosterone overload, so of course she would be. But I think I got through to her, too. Now they just need to talk, so I'll wait a bit. And if they don't do the next step on their own, I'll engineer something to get them in the same room.
- December 16th, 2009 - I feel kind of bad for giving Cheech a hard time while I was moving my things in now. Stuff with his parents is going on, so I'm going to have to find some way to apologize and get him to open up about it. I wish I could say I sympathize, but I don't even know if my parents are still alive. I sometimes wonder. Anyway, Lena came up with the idea that we should all get High School equivalencies, which should be good. At least it means she doesn't want to stick to a life of petty crime forever! And whatever she does, Cheech will follow, so it gives me hope of a better life for both of them. I mean, if someone like Lena can turn around and open up a book store, then me owning a beach-wear shop in southern France isn't so out of the picture, is it? I thought I knew what to get Lena for X-mas, but now that I know she likes books, I'm going to have to think a bit more.
- December 17th, 2009 - I ran across Randy in Central Park while I was walking home from the movies. Talk about weird. Like I don't see enough of that guy during the day! He was doing some weird philosophical cloud-gazing or something, but it was kind of neat, I guess. In that artsy kind of way. He told me about his musical talents, and then I pried some stories about his ex out of him. And then who shows up? The one from the very story he was telling, of course. I'm pretty sure he's gonna fire me for that one, or at least fine me. Maybe make me scrub out the bathroom, but it was worth it. So worth it. Watching him squirm is one of the best pieces of entertainment a girl could ask for.
- December 18th, 2009 - Who the hell is Jaden Cain and why is he sending us more than forty thousand dollars worth of things? Lena says it's because she sent him a letter, but I don't know. I'm not sure if I can just take twenty thousand dollars from someone. I've been standing on my own two feet since I was fourteen, and it just seems wrong to take money from someone who just feels sorry for me. But the scooter is SO DAMNED AWESOME. Maybe I could compromise and return the money, but keep the scooter. But that money could more than get me to Europe, which is what I've always wanted. We could all go to Europe, and back again. Twice. Can I really just throw that gift away? I wish I could meet this Jaden guy, but billionaires don't meet with streetrats they toss money to as a tax write-off. I could send him a letter, at least. Oh, and I pissed Tiago off without even trying today. I think that might have been a personal best. Watching him squirm is also a lot of fun, but with what Lena told me about his parents, I feel kind of bad. Damn, now I have to apologize twice as hard. Oh well, I'll just apologize to him tomorrow, after he's cooled off some.
- December 21st, 2009 - So I came into work and told Randy all about Cain and his giving us money. He seemed to think I was acting weird, too, which I guess makes it official: I'm the only one in the universe who feels skeevy about getting money from rich people. Oh well. He also said he was going to meet someone who might have powers, probably that geek girl he mentioned. He's so into this conspiracy theory stuff. I just hope he's careful, and doesn't get into trouble. If he does, I'll be out of a job, someone to make fun of, AND someone I can talk to all this superhero nonsense about, and that'd tick me off pretty good. He's a grown man, and a good guy, so I'm sure he can take care of himself, but with everything going on, and Cheech and Lena just up and disappearing, I worry. They didn't take their money and leave, did they? They would have told me, first. I'm almost sure they would have.
- December 22nd, 2009 - I came home and still no Cheech and Lena. Sydney and Gene were talking about that when I walked in, but they shut up pretty damned quick. I guess they don't really trust me, not that I can blame them considering the circumstances. Syd left pretty quick, but Gene stuck around to check some things and talk. Lena was right, he is pretty sweet, and he trusted me with a lot of information Lena herself probably wouldn't have. He's kind of cute, too, but he doesn't have know that. I'm really worried now, it looks like the worst happened and they've been taken. I don't know what to do, I don't think I can do anything. How does one just sit around and do nothing while their best friends are being put to god-knows-what torture. They're like my new surrogate family, and just like all the others, they might get taken away. I know I shouldn't, but I'm going to have to bug Gene for regular updates. I can't stand this not knowing, it's even worse than being helpless. I just don't know what else to do. I'm just one girl, and I doubt I could even use the gun I have if I tried.
- December 30th, 2009 - It's been over a week and still no word. I thought maybe Gene was just wrong, maybe it wasn't them that had been grabbed. Maybe they'd just left without me. But it wasn't that. Randy told me today, Lena's Peter gave him a message. And there was one when I came home, too. They've been captured, and apparently bad things are happening to them. The kind of things I was always afraid would happen to me as soon as I heard the government was hunting people. I can't believe it. I wished this on them. I was so mad that they might have left me and I kept telling myself that they better have been kidnapped, or else. And now they are. God, what if it's all because I wished that on them? And I can't even do anything for them, even if I knew where they were, what could I do? I wish I were born with powers. Or born a guy. Or anything, anything so I could help them. I don't know what I can do. I have money now, maybe a bribe? Who needs college anyway.
- January 3rd, 2010 - They're okay. They're out and they're okay, and that's what really matters. Lena's lost weight, and she wasn't fat to begin with. Cheech has gone off the deep end, but considering they tortured him, I guess we'll have to be patient. He's angry now, and bitter. He wants revenge, no matter what it costs the people around him. I hope he'll be okay. I hope he'll listen to us. Lena needs someone to be there for her, not off on a mad quest to start a global mutant rights war of terror. I don't know if I can support her. She needs someone strong, someone to lean on right now. But I won't leave her, I won't leave either of them, no matter what happens. I'm just so glad they're safe. And Gene. Gene got them back just like he said he would. I'll have to do something for him, something nice. And I have to ask him for more, for fake identities. I feel skeezy, going to him with my hand out after he's already done so much. But we have to, we still need help. And he's one of the only ones in the world we can trust.
- January 5th, 2010 - Cheech is gone. I don't understand it, I don't get how he could just leave us like that. It just doesn't seem real, doesn't seem right. He was always there for us, always helping us to pick up and carry on. What will Leen do without him? Now it's just the two of us, and I have no idea what to do. Gene helped. A little less than I'd hoped, but he's already given us more than we ever had the right to ask for. I think he's getting kind of fed up with us, too. I feel bad. He's such a nice guy, but we're just one more begging for a handout away from getting on his bad side. And Lena, god, she almost killed herself. She says she didn't, but I know she did. What am I going to do? I can't leave her, but I don't know if I can help her. I have to be strong. I guess it's time to step up or shut up. I knew I couldn't stay an aimless kid forever. But me and her, we'll make it. Even if we end up with no one else, we'll make it. I'm going to do something, I'm going to help her and pay back Gene, and Syd, too. I'll figure out how.
- January 6th, 2010 - Well, she's back. Locked me out of the bathroom, too. Jerk. I need to brush my teeth! I can hear her in there RIGHT NOW, all smug and self-satisfied. But Lena's back to normal more or less, whatever they did to her, she beat them. I guess this Pete Petrelli has the magic touch, as well as some of the most awesome name alliteration I've ever heard of. And we're moving again. We're moving in with this Pete guy, who Lena said once was pretty cute, so I guess that's not too bad. We have to pay rent, but at least it's a whole house, not a motel, and it might even be cheaper than thirty bucks a night. Or at least more worth it. Maybe we'll even have separate bathrooms, which would be great. But I guess it's a small price to pay, living with yuckmouth for a few more minutes, if she's back to her old self.
- January 8th, 2010 - We're all moved in now, and the place isn't half bad. I was kind of expecting a shithole bachelor pad, but Pete seems to really know how to keep his place clean. That or Psycho Lady is OCD. Seriously, that chick needs some prozac, stat. I'm sleeping with a baseball tonight. Lena seemed down and out of it all of a sudden. Was it because she didn't get to cut the cake? I'll have to do something to cheer her up. I have to get her a totally awesome gift tomorrow. It has to be good enough to cheer her up and make up for being late. As for our dear, dear Nurse Boy host, well, he's cute, for a nurse. He seems really sweet, but I get the vibe that there's a bad boy bursting to get out. He's like our very own Clark Kent, all the phenomenal powers of cosmic whatever, but the heart of some goofy farmboy. I'll have to find out more about him and what he can do. I wonder if Leen knows anymore. Maybe I can use his nice guy side to give me ideas for a present for Lena. But seriously, I wish I had a baseball bat.
- January 10th, 2010 - So there I was, putting up my surfboard, minding my own business, and Leen went and erased everything I ever was. Not like I was much of anything. A couple of Juvie reports from Cali, a Social Services record, then nothing, until I got my state ID here in New York. But still, Jade Eastly, the girl I was, is gone. It's hard to think about. When I finally have that diploma in my hands and go to start a new life, that's it. I won't have my old name anymore. I'll be Tracy Hawking. It's a terrible name, too. I wanted Vanessa Anne Somethingorother. If I ever meet this Rebel kid, I am smacking the bad taste right out of his mouth. But I guess me and Lena are real sisters now. That's kind of nice. I haven't had a family since I was seven, and now I do. It could have been worse, a lot worse. And some people think everything happens for a reason. I'm still not completely comfortable with being her drug-dummy, though. Scratch that, I'm WAY WAY WAY not comfortable with it. But she needs me, for once, and I can't just say no. It's first actual thing she's ever asked me to do, other than stay at my place when her and Cheech were in a bind. I can't just turn that down. So I'll be there for her, and I'll pretend it doesn't bother me.
PS: My surfboard is not crooked.
- January 14th, 2010 - Leen used her powers on me again. It was the first time it was done with my knowledge, so that's something, I guess. Apparently she messed up a couple times, and I guess I forgot to breathe or something, and then I threw up. That was pretty humiliating. Pete's a nurse and all, but I really don't want guys seeing me spilling my guts in the most literal sense of the words. After that, you just become Barf Mouth, and totally gross and unkissable. On the up side, I got to spill my chunks ON Lena, which is a major bonus, and total payback for making me barf in the first place. I guess I admitted some pretty personal and humiliating stuff to them, but I kind of knew that'd happen going in. Not like it's a big deal, I don't have many secrets, I just wish I could remember exactly what I said. I was so high I'd have probably told them damned near anything. I remember something about being gay, and something about the law, I think. As long as I didn't confess my undying love for anyone, try to kiss anyone, or take any of my clothes off, I'll be happy. I don't trust Lena to tell me what I said or did, she'd probably try to mess with me. I better ask Pete. But now I'm Barf Mouth Jade, so I can't ask him, either. This sucks.
- April 23rd, 2010 - I don't even know where to start. The Feds or whoever finally raided the pawn shop, trying to nab Randy, and by extension me, just like they did to Cheech and Leen. I got darted in the frigging neck, which put me out pretty quick. Apparently Randy did some kind of Indiana Jones stuff on top of a train to lose them. I don't know, but I'm glad I was unconscious for it, or I'd have probably kicked his ass. After that, I pretty much didn't leave the safehouse for a long while after that. But a girl can't stay in one place for her whole life. Armed with my new identity as Tracy Hawking, I managed to get my GED, at least. I enrolled for some basic courses at the Borough of Manhattan Community College, nothing major yet, just the basics everyone needs: Basic Chem, English 101, that kind of stuff. But today I went back to the pawn shop, not too sure why. I guess I wanted to see how it was doing now that I hear the government isn't supposed to be 'after' us anymore. Randy was there, hired me back. Kind of. Apparently he wants to turn over management to me! Talk about unexpected. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I guess if it comes right down to it, I can just close it up and leave when I'm ready for Europe. I never thought I'd be in a business and put down roots like this, though I haven't heard from Leen in forever. I don't think she's doing so well. There was this French woman, too, but I didn't catch her name. I guess I got to go apply for a small business license, too.
Quotes
- "Lena is fucking *out*."
- "I didn't get her wet! She was dancing and I think she peed herself!"
- "Lena. Lena. Hey, Lena. Lena. Do you know where the ocean is?"
- "Jade is English, you retard. If I was Japanese, m'name'd be… Something that sounds like egg-foo-yung. It's a stone, look it up."
- "Nine years. If I don't eat and I sleep on a cot in the back." - On how long it would take to buy her dream car on her current salary.
- "I did quite a few things I regret that night. Touching your slimey skin was only one of them."
- "Guys? I don't quite know how to say this… I don't know where my shirt is!"
- "You know, you're a lot better looking when your mouth isn't moving to ruin it."
- "Did you guys call my boss on me? Just because I pulled down his pants?"
- "You better not be naked in there!"
- "I'd be the most fabulous fat woman you've ever seen and you know it. I'd just get an extra-wide surfboard I could sit on so I wouldn't have to strain my cankles."
- "This mean I can have my job back? 'Cause I'd rather not have to use my college money for gas. …I don't do cleaning."
- "Is the Spanish food there different from the Spanish food we have here, or is it just Taco Bell everywhere?"
- "Oh, how would you know! You've never been there. …If you've been there and you never told me, so help me God, I'll-"
Trivia
- Recently, Jade's name and history have been erased, much to her dismay. She was only mollified from beating her best friend with a hammer over the matter upon learning that their new identities made them sisters in the eyes of US law.
- Jade isn't as cynical as she lets on, but she'd never admit to any inner optimism.
- She doesn't show affection, per se. Instead, Jade prefers to verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse those she likes. So if she's snarking insults at you, it might be an indication that she likes you.
- Her favorite food is shrimp, her least favorite? Chocolate. Seriously.
- As used to Hollywood is of having actresses play younger woman, this might be the first time a woman's character is older than she is. (By two years.)
- Jade was somewhat inspired by the character Fin, from Stoked. Don't watch it, it's pretty awful.