Jasper Jones Case Study

Screeches erupted from each and every corner of the dark green maze, leaving its occupants scared and scarred. The noises grew in ferocity and lowered in pitch, wavering between calm and deformed, octave to octave. It stopped momentarily only for the screams to reach increasingly violent levels. Stepping through the excrement, dead goldfish, and related otherworldly things, the inhabitants of the rat tunnels grew wary of their impending doom. The captain of the strike force, Stephen Giles, spoke with authority over the situation, without any perceived fear. With a heavy sense of sarcasm, Daniel Hawthorne spoke. Silence burst from the six other soldiers with the energy of a french mastiff when they see their food, or more accurately,

Alongside that was a propulsion mechanism, allowing for ease in their current situation. He also persuaded them to allow for ammunition that can function underwater, and in case that failed he also suggested extendable spears. Their armor included a limited range communication feature, providing them communication with each other as long as they were within two hundred feet of each other. Daniel’s impatience always shown through, no matter what type of veil he attempted to portray. Giles momentarily borrowed the sarcastic brush. Their rifles provided very little light compared to what they all assumed to be the actual size of the cavern. None of them could find any change in shade or color to contrast the deep, dark, blue. With that final thought, he changed directions and propelled himself upward, to the entrance of the cavern. Tony and Giles both rested their gaze upon their fleeing companion, but to which Jess ignored. She continued on, delving deeper into the behemoth’s lair, laying her eyes upon the riches that awaited her back on the surface. She didn’t notice the amphibious monster approach her, the pain, or her mouth screaming. She didn’t even notice the blood protruding from her chest before the life left her

He circled the creature, using its size against it in order to provide a more stellar attack. Tony stayed in place, uncertain of the correct course of action. The bullets did nothing to the… the… why hadn’t we given it a name besides ‘the monster’ or ‘the creature’? You would think that would allow for better communication in a combat situation. He allowed no further thoughts to invade his mind, deciding only on discovering its weakness. It was similar to a gecko in terms of shape, though not similar whatsoever in size. It had to have been at least eight feet tall, with scales of a different texture from the rest of its body forming a zig-zag from its head all the way down to its tail. It had webbed feet, that much was obvious. It’s claws were also the size of a football, must’ve been, Tony could see the hole in Jess’s chest at least thirty feet above. It’s skin was strong enough to resist the bullets, so how are we supposed to fight it? Stab it in the eyes? Too