the new girl - shell/jenny
Title: the new girl
Author: giantessmess
Pairing: Shell/Jenny (in a way)- Bad Girls/L Word crossover
Words: 342
Rating: PG-13
a/n: I've been watching L Word season one again.
New girls were always a bit of trouble. Yeah, they could be a pisser later on, but it took ground work, didn't it? For starters, Shell couldn’t have this new bitch queenin’ her way through the wing, like some of the last cows who'd been dumped on her landing.
Make no mistake, Shell knew how to show this girl what the go was. But when she marched up to the cell door, the weedy American was blathering out loud to herself like a three-year-old, making appropriate hand movements.
"My heart, eviscerated. The cruel extradition of a soul in turmoil…The biased arraignment…literary critics harsh like an unbroken customs line…”
"Oi - what the bleedin' hell are you’s on about?"
Jenny looked up piteously through doe-like eyes.
"It's just my life."
Shell nodded towards Denny, who was snickering in the doorway.
"Yeah well, your life's worth shit in 'ere. Innit right, Den?"
“She gonna share her gear with us, Shell?”
“Oh, I bloody hope she is.” Shell said, musically. “Wouldn’t wanna upset us, would she?”
“But I…I mean, I don’t have anything you’d want,” Jenny said, meaningfully, still partially staring at her notebook, as if she was about to start writing again. “I don’t have anything anyone would want.”
“You’re a filthy liar, ain't yous?” Shell spat, smacking a pile of pretentious-looking books to the ground.
“Hey, ease up, Shell,” Denny mumbled.
Jenny's eyes widened in horror as Shell stalked towards her.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the bleedin' reverend mother. What's it look like?"
Jenny's lip stiffened. "I don't have anything."
"Yeah right. I know you's on somefing. Take a look at her, Den. Watcha reckon?”
“Smacked out.”
“What? No.” Jenny shook her head in a child-like manner.
“Give 'ere them jellies,” Shell leaned over her threateningly, flicking a lock of brown hair as if it were rubbish. “I’m asking you nicely, ain’t I?”
“How can I have jelly?” Jenny insisted shakily, but not without a sense of triumph “There’s no food in my cell, see?”
Shell gave Denny a grin. “You got some margarine handy?”
Author: giantessmess
Pairing: Shell/Jenny (in a way)- Bad Girls/L Word crossover
Words: 342
Rating: PG-13
a/n: I've been watching L Word season one again.
New girls were always a bit of trouble. Yeah, they could be a pisser later on, but it took ground work, didn't it? For starters, Shell couldn’t have this new bitch queenin’ her way through the wing, like some of the last cows who'd been dumped on her landing.
Make no mistake, Shell knew how to show this girl what the go was. But when she marched up to the cell door, the weedy American was blathering out loud to herself like a three-year-old, making appropriate hand movements.
"My heart, eviscerated. The cruel extradition of a soul in turmoil…The biased arraignment…literary critics harsh like an unbroken customs line…”
"Oi - what the bleedin' hell are you’s on about?"
Jenny looked up piteously through doe-like eyes.
"It's just my life."
Shell nodded towards Denny, who was snickering in the doorway.
"Yeah well, your life's worth shit in 'ere. Innit right, Den?"
“She gonna share her gear with us, Shell?”
“Oh, I bloody hope she is.” Shell said, musically. “Wouldn’t wanna upset us, would she?”
“But I…I mean, I don’t have anything you’d want,” Jenny said, meaningfully, still partially staring at her notebook, as if she was about to start writing again. “I don’t have anything anyone would want.”
“You’re a filthy liar, ain't yous?” Shell spat, smacking a pile of pretentious-looking books to the ground.
“Hey, ease up, Shell,” Denny mumbled.
Jenny's eyes widened in horror as Shell stalked towards her.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the bleedin' reverend mother. What's it look like?"
Jenny's lip stiffened. "I don't have anything."
"Yeah right. I know you's on somefing. Take a look at her, Den. Watcha reckon?”
“Smacked out.”
“What? No.” Jenny shook her head in a child-like manner.
“Give 'ere them jellies,” Shell leaned over her threateningly, flicking a lock of brown hair as if it were rubbish. “I’m asking you nicely, ain’t I?”
“How can I have jelly?” Jenny insisted shakily, but not without a sense of triumph “There’s no food in my cell, see?”
Shell gave Denny a grin. “You got some margarine handy?”