https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-31.mov Jioni returned to her hammock and sat on it briefly before lying down. Her new heavy, firm, chipped arm made resting uncomfortable as she lay on her side. On top of that, her cheek was also rough when she attempted to use her hands as a pillow. Frustrated, she flipped over to her right. …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-30-2.mp4“All the Junior Agents are out there fighting. I admit I was kind of sort of hiding here.” Brandon smiled and readjusted his hoodie. “Now I kind of sort of wish I failed the exam.” “Don’t say that. Be proud of your accomplishments,” Jioni said. “ And remember to stay alert.” “Huh? What was that?” Brandon said. …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-29.mov Brandon stood up and picked up the crumpled-up note. He put it in his hoodie pocket. Before heading for the door, he looked at Jioni, who stood static. “You didn’t come back with ancient tech either, huh?” Brandon observed. “I didn’t. Today is just not my day.” “Then maybe tomorrow …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-28.mp4 “Called it, I called it. Jinxed it, maybe, but I called it!” Her breathing became difficult. “Do you know who wrote the note?” Brandon asked. “I think, I don’t know, maybe?” Jioni sat on the hammock and put her hands on her face—she didn’t cry—her skull pounded though the more she thought about it; …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-27.mp4 “I know you were worried about the brochure, so I came here immediately after practice to check…and I’m sorry, well, I found this on your hammock…” Brandon trailed off as he handed her a piece of paper. It was too dark to read. Jioni held the paper to the moonlight to decipher. Dear Jonesy, …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-26.mp4Jioni made it home and only hoped a Tenebris didn’t follow her. It was pitch dark, but the moonlight faintly illuminated from the hole in the ceiling. She was about to put her satchel by the door and walk towards her hammock. But she clutched her nunchuck instead as she heard something inside. “Jioni!” A voice …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-25.mp4Agents, Junior Agents, and the everyday citizen stood outside—weapons clenched in their hands: such as lances, guns, spears, and even metal pipes. They paced around attentively and scanned the alleyways and the streets. Some would occasionally make eye contact with Jioni, but she retreated her gaze. Her stomach pitted into a tight coil. Jioni couldn’t help …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-24-1.mp4 Kathy hesitated but eventually took off, and once she was gone, Jioni stood; she stood there and stared at nothing. She untied the flannel from her waist and dusted it off in the air. She then put it on. Jioni removed the scrunchie from her hair and tossed it to the side. She …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-23-1.mp4 LaMesha shot one last glare before taking off. The moment she was out of sight, Kathy and Jioni shared a glance and then sighed. Kathy dusted herself off and used her hands to ruffle the dirt out of her hair. Jioni, in contrast, remained seated, covered in the debris: she stared at the ground …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/3-22-1.mp4 LaMesha paced around the rubble and took pictures with a GeoDevice—a device the general public didn’t receive: It was only for Agents and Juniors—she photographed scattered concrete and dirt, furniture, and other trash. In the middle of her evidence collecting, her GeoDevice began to buzz; she spoke into it. “DaMarko?” “Hey, sis. You might …
