A Delivery. (For Johanna~)

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: Well, here goes nothing;

Holding the rectangular box in her pale hands, Jane silently made her way up the dark, lavish stairwell of Judge Turpin's home. She had never been here before, as Johanna was a new, and recent customer she hoped too keep. A maid had grudgingly told Jane the way to the ward's room when she realized Jane couldn't speak.

As she finished climbing, Jane let go of the box with one hand, and placed her hand at her throat, a sign she was uncomfortable here.

Walking along the hallway, Jane recounted the woman's instructions"Once you get up the stairs, keep walking. Three doors down is Miss. Johanna's room..

One, two...three!

Smiling in triumph, Jane knocked three times on the door.

[Johanna Barker]

Johanna, who was occupied in her sewing, accidentally stabbed the needle into her finger. She winced. "Oh..." The blonde glared at the door. Was it her guardian again? Or worse, the maids. "Yes, yeas. Who is it?" She asked, her voice having an edge to it. She looked around the room and ran up to get something to wipe it off. She decided to use her handkerchief to wipe off the little specks of blood on her hand. "Just a minute, I'll be right there!" She flung her arms in the air, and went to open the door. She hid her hand behind her back. She didn't want to come across as one who would slit their wrists. It was a mere accident.

Upon glancing at the woman, Johanna bowed her head. "Come in." She noticed that it was the seamstress. Just the look of her seemed to be so. The materials she held in her hands made it obvious. She stood out of the doorway to make an entrance for the woman.

[Jane O'Day]

Jane frowned slightly when she entered, noting the edge to Johanna's voice when she was speaking earlier. Patting her throat again, Jane made her way in and sat the box down on the bed, never once saying 'hello', which was unusual, even for Jane, who always went out of her way too greet someone.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Jane slowly took the lid off the long box, which no doubt held yet another rich creation that would go into Johanna's wardrobe.

[Johanna Barker]

Johanna looked down. She didn't liked being ignored. Not even by someone hired by her guardian. She tried to start a conversation with this woman. "Do you have a name, miss?" Johanna squeaked after a few moments of silence. She didn't like it when she didn't know the other's name. It made her frustrated as if she were imperior. The young girl blushed, it seemed to her as if she were being rather a distraction rather than someone to be measured.

[Jane O'Day]

Jane looked up, the barest trace of a smile flickering across her lips. Digging into the pockets of her apron, Jane pulled out a scrap piece of paper, and a quill, dripping with ink.

Glancing uneasily at Johanna, who's business she wanted, Jane slowly wrote out the answer too her question. Flipping around her paper, Jane pointed at her reply, which was composed of tiny, neat writing.

My name is Jane. Jane O'Day. Nodding, Jane stuffed the paper back into a pocket, and put the quill back into it's place, the tip barely showing.

[Johanna Barker]

Johanna gasped upon realizing that this miss, was indeed, a mute one. "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were... That you were..." She stumbled for words. How utter embaressed she felt. She of all people couldn't even take a hint about someone. Especialy someone being -
"Mute." She finally found the word. A deep scarlet spread across herr face. She needed to say something. Anything. "I'm Johanna. I'm sure you already know." She said.

[Jane O'Day]

Mute.

Jane hated the word, it was that word that set the limits for people like her. Frowning, Jane dug out another scrap of paper and wrote down a reply;

Yes, I know who you are. I do believe everyone does, Miss Johanna. Turning away, Jane laid the blank scrap on the bed, and laid the quill on top so the sheets wouldn't get stained.

Gesturing with her left hand, Jane beckoned Johanna over too the box, tapping the lid, which was half off, impatiently.

[Johanna Barker]

Johanna meandered towards the bed, her eyes lowered. "Everyone knows me? How would the know me if I spend my life up here." She sighed. The girl shivered all over, as if a cool breeze swept through the room and chilled Johanna's skin. She looked at the woman intently with her humungous eyes, hoping not to seem annoying and bratty. She held out her arms, waitinf to be measured. She neeedn't give her further instruction. She had been measured before.

[Jane O'Day]

If Jane could have laughed, she would have. Shaking her head, a large smile passed over her features as she snatched up her writing tools.

Judge Turpin already gave me your most recent measurements, Miss. Flipping it over so Johanna could read what she had written, Jane patted the box, her eyebrows raising. All you need to do is try on the dress, and I may have some work later if alterations are needed. Nodding, she tapped her newest sentence, her eyes kind.

[Johanna Barker]

// He just happens to have her measurements? CREEPY! xD


Johanna sighed, the nodded. She lowered her arms, going along with everything. "I see." She said.

"What dress is it then?" She asked, her gaze rising to the walls.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: *Just made that up on the spot*
...But...it...it..suits his character? xD

The usual, I suppose. I was told to model it after your old ones... Noting the low-neckline on Johanna's dress, Jane shifted her weight from foot too foot, her eyes on the floor. Anywhere but her dress. Why was it so low, anyways?

Placing a hand behind her back, Jane held out the paper, flat in her palm. Nodding her head, she pulled it back and wrote again; Will you need help getting into it?

[Johanna Barker]

// *Spits out orange juice.* GREAAAAT, now how I to sleep tonight?

"No, I got it." The girl said, blushing. Johanna wouldn't have been so defensive if she wasn't so uncomfortable with other's seeing her body. "I think I can handle dressing, miss. If I need help I will say so." She said.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: WITH ONE EYE OPEN.

Jane nodded, and once again patted the box. Be careful with it. She wrote, her brows furrowing. If you need help, I'll be outside. Knock twice. When you're done, knock three times. With that, she stuffed her paper and quill back into her pockets, and walked out, shutting the door with a soft 'click.'

Placing her hand on the doorknob, Jane sighed, jealousy sparking through her. She wanted the power of speech, it was her impossible dream. Frowning, she scolded herself. Jane knew she was lucky that she could read and write, unlike some other mutes.

[Johanna Barker]

// I NEEDS MY SLEEP!! Psh. I probably won't sleep because it's *in nazaly voice.* Friday, Friday. And Turpin should be stalking this. xD

"Understood." Johanna said, before slipping out of her current dress. She sighed, glancing down at her corset. She folder up the dress and sat it in her famous window-watching chair. This dress was not like her other dresses which were easy to slip on and easy to slip on. She sighed, gliding towards the door. She rapped three times.

[Jane O'Day]

OOC: SO DO I. xD
AND ROFL, I bet we could do that song waayy better.
Psh. xD It'd be so awkward if Turpin was spying through the peephole while Jane was in there helping. xD

Opening the door, Jane peered in, her face jutting out. Smiling she held out her hands for the dress, her long fingers slightly curled up.

Stepping into the room, Jane pushed a lock of hair back into her messy braid. She liked Johanna well enough, for someone she had just met, the girl's child-like innocence made Jane feel like she didn't need her pen and paper, that she could be herself.