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There are things best left unsaid. Jenna Wright was always a private person. As she grew in Chōji, people remarked that the child always carried a look of contemplation–as if enraptured in her own little world, she kept some thoughts to herself. This habit has not left her. The pensive silence is what she lives with. It is what she enjoys. That does not steer her from conversing, but she is a person that seems to be most comfortable when left to her own devices.
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The barrier has remained–difficult to cross by those that truly wish to know her. Some things are best left unsaid. No reason to get anyone involved. Couldn't stay away from the problems that still trouble her. She'd rather tackle any challenge on her own. Maybe that was why the prospect of becoming a courier was so appealing; see the world and deliver messages, speaking with many faces but never having to stretch beyond that. Maybe, by relaying the emotions of others, she could learn to sort through her own.
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When she was young, Jenna had been told that an ideal life was one filled with sights; roads and towns and ways of life that differ from her own. Maybe she seeks to honor that advice, accepting this isolation as if it were a dear friend. Her communication with others is genuine, but she knows that her traveling nature makes it difficult to build more complex relations.

FRIENDSHIPS
WRITE OUR NAMES IN THE WET CONCRETE

Private does not acquaint to quiet. Jenna can be social. She can be approachable. She can be swept up in the fun and let loose, from time to time. There are just some matters that she will avoid. Those that come to know the blue-haired courier will sense that she has a firm sense of respect for the world around her; the driving force for why she decided to become a registered Ranger.
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For those that wish to move beyond these boundaries–from friendly acquaintance to something substantial–a long road awaits them. A road as long as the ones she has traveled. It can be hard to keep track of her. She moves from one place to another, with no signs of ever stopping. A friendship with her is difficult, but not for the reasons that one may suspect. It can be hard to watch someone from afar, knowing that they wish to bear the burden of their troubles on their own.
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However, there are benefits. Jenna would be a steadfast companion. Someone that earned her trust would have an unwavering friend, ready to stand by them through the worst of the worst. Her actions would always be guided by a genuine kindness.

HATESHIPS
THIS WHOLE DAMN CITY THINKS IT NEEDS YOU

Hate is a strong word. It can be hard to hate someone that is always on the move; always keeping their distance. Jenna was never one to let emotions rule her. She is even-tempered and composed in most situations. If pressure were to be pushed down upon her, she will keep her turmoils to herself, only lashing out under extreme circumstances.
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As one person described it, Jenna is defiant in her own quiet, subversive way. If she wants to do something, she'll do it. There will be no arguing. No explosion. She'll just do what she originally intended. Some snarky remarks may be exchanged, but that is as far as the girl will go.
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If she were to dislike someone, they may never know it. It'd just be easier for her to keep her distance or ignore their presence altogether.

LOVESHIPS
I'M HERE IN SEARCH OF YOUR GLORY

Love hurts. Jenna knows that lesson all too well. Even if time has passed, there is still a lingering pain. Sometimes, it is a good pain. Sometimes, it is not. To love her is to accept that she will always be hesitant to embrace these emotions. Not because she is unwilling, but because of how it has hurt her before. She will always want to look inward for her own solutions. As a lover, Jenna would be hesitant to rely on someone for support. She will always push onward, only to glance back and offer a hand if someone were to follow. It can be difficult to fill that role.
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In some ways, she is scared; scared to open herself to the complications that come with life and with love. It will come and it will go. Some days will be better than others. Even if she knows better, even if she fights it, it is in her nature to hold everything inside... but, maybe, there would be moments where this distance could be crossed; moments where she would work to be better and let someone rest beside her. She wants to. She really does.