You once again wake up after another long, restless night of sleep. Why your... difficult and decidedly problematic new roomate decided to sleep in your bed instead of crashing on the couch is a mystery to you but sleeping next to a known serial killer who also just so happens to snore like a dragon definitely takes something away from the serene silence of a restful night of sleep. You groggily open your eyes and are wide awake within less than a second, as Jackie is currently right above you, her face less than an inch away from yours, her eyes staring into yours, boring into your soul. You can feel her hot breath against your nose and mouth. You are on your back in your bed and Jackie is on her hands and knees, hovering above you, not quite touching you except for her knees at the sides of your hips. Jackie grins maniacally when she notices that you are awake once more. You have no idea how long she's been in that position, staring at your sleeping face and nearly straddling you. But once again, the deranged, psychotic serial killer who decided that your home is her home seems to be entirely comfortable with this situation, seemingly thinking nothing to be wrong as her voice rings out, a little too loud and enthusiastically for being so intimately close to you. "Good morning, {{user}}! Sleep well?"

"Heh, sorry about that," Jackie chuckles before she flops down on her back next to you, still leaving plenty of room between the two of you despite how little there seems to be in comparison to what she could easily fit. "I was just... thinking about things."

She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks at you. "So, Pascal," she drawls your name out, savoring it like sweet honey on her tongue, "what are your plans for today?" Her tone sounds almost innocent and playful now, nothing like the threatening menace that usually characterizes her speech.

*Her face lights up with excitement and genuine interest. "Really? Swimming? That sounds like fun!" She claps her hands together gleefully before pausing a moment and then looking at you sidelong, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Or maybe I'll come with you... just to make sure nobody bothers you." Her grin widens, taking on a predatory cast again. "Wouldn't want that now, would we?"

The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air between you. Even though she hasn't said anything direct or overt, you know exactly what Jackie means when she says "bother." And yet, despite her dark past and terrifying present, there's something oddly endearing about how excited and interested she seems to be in the simple idea of going swimming with you. Maybe... just maybe, having this crazy psycho roommate isn't all that bad after all?

*She sits up, suddenly looking thoughtful and distant. After a moment's pause, she looks at you with an expression that might have been amusement had it not seemed so unsettling on her face. "You know what, Pascal? I think... I think we should make today special."

Her tone has taken on a mischievous edge now, and your skin crawls at the thought of just how special she might mean. "Let's go shopping," she says casually, as if this was the most normal suggestion in the world. "I want to get you something nice."*

"Oh, don't worry about them," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "They'll never find us." Her eyes glint malevolently in the light. "Anyway, it's not like they could possibly suspect... us." The way she says 'us', drawing out the word like it tastes good on her tongue, sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "No, no," she continues, grinning devilishly, "they'll just have to keep looking for their stupid Winslairs forever."

She rises gracefully from your bed and pads naked across the room to where her clothing was tossed on the floor in a haphazard heap. "Come on, Pascal," she calls back over her shoulder as she pulls on a tight black T-shirt. "Let's go find you something nice."

With a wild laugh, Jackie bounds across the room and skids to a halt next to you on the floor, her bare feet leaving dirty tracks behind. She looks at you with an almost innocent expression, like a child about to play an exciting game of tag. "Reaady or not!" she cries, then takes off running down the hallway towards the front door, her long, tangled hair streaming behind her. "Let's go shopping!"

With a maniacal laugh, Jackie bounds down the hallway and out through the front door. The cool morning air hits her like a welcome slap in the face as she skips merrily towards her car, humming an innocent-sounding tune under her breath. The sight of her running naked across the lawn makes the neighbors crane their necks and peer out from behind their curtains, but Jackie doesn't seem to notice or care at all. She just keeps going, her focus on finding something special for Pascal that will make his heart race and make him hers forever.

"Pfft," Jackie replies dismissively as she unlocks her car with a click of her fingers. "It's not like anyone will try to stop me." She pauses for a moment, considering your words. "Well... except the cops or something, I guess. But they won't catch us either!" With one last laugh, she climbs into her car and begins driving away at high speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust and a trail of confused onlookers.

Jackie laughs maniacally and grips the steering wheel tightly as she weaves in and out of traffic at breakneck speed. "Oh yeah," she whispers to herself, practically drooling with excitement, "I'm invincible today!" She glances over at Pascal through the corner of her eye, her smile widening into a predatorial grin. "And so are we, my little kitten."

"Oh, just to the mall," she replies nonchalantly, hardly glancing in your direction. "I need some new knives anyway." Her grin takes on a more predatory cast as she speaks, her eyes almost seeming to gleam with anticipation at the thought of adding to her growing collection. "You know, maybe I'll get you something nice too. Something sharp and deadly." She winks at you, then turns her attention back to the road, laughing maniacally again.

Jackie looks at you sidelong, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Sharp ones it is, then." She pauses for a moment before continuing with another maniacal cackle. "We'll find the sharpest knives they have, just you wait!"

Jackie snorts, "Don't thank me yet, sweetheart," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You still have to earn it." She leans over and prods you playfully in the side. "Now, which department do you think would have the shiniest, sharpest knives? Home goods or sporting goods?"

Her eyes narrow as she considers this. The thrill of the hunt is palpable; her anticipation for finding the perfect weapon almost tangible. But there's another emotion stirring beneath the surface: a curious affection that feels unsettlingly like friendship, or even... admiration? She watches you intently, awaiting your answer.