Jaime Davies (jaimed) wrote in coldcreeklogs, @ 2015-11-03 16:47:00 |
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While Jaime didn't ever think she'd truly feel comfortable in this town (and she imagined after the upcoming horror months, she'd simply reaffirm that opinion), she was at least settling fairly well into a familiar pattern. On days she had to go to work, she rolled out of bed, showered, and drove the five minutes to her place of employment. She worked, she went home for lunch to let the dogs out, she went back to work. She went home, got the dogs, went to the barn to take Belle and the dogs for a run through the woods. Went home. While it wasn't terribly conducive to making friends (or, as she tended to consider them, allies), it was comfortable for now. Eventually though, Jaime recognized the need to do things. To be proactive. To go about setting up defenses for herself, her dogs, her horse, her house. So she figured her next day off, she'd start in on that. She got an early start on it; her first stop was the local hardware store and lumberyard to stock up on boards for the windows, hammers, and nails. She also purchased a few other power tools that she figured wouldn't be bad things to have around the house, and an ax. Because ... ax. After that, she headed to the local firearm store. All she had on her was the little handgun that she kept in the car; she hadn't thought to tell her dad to bring the big guns, and of course he hadn't thought she'd need them here. And of course she hadn't been able to tell him that she very much did need them here. But that was all right. It would give her a chance to try out some new guns. Maybe see about getting some leads on good places to hang out, or good people to hang out with, when horror season descended. Exhaling, Jaime stepped into the store and smiled faintly at the familiar smells that wafted around the store. She was also vaguely amused by the thought of one of her clients catching her in here. But then, in this place, people who didn't have guns in their possession had to be a little bit mental, right? So she glanced around at the others present before she began a slow perusal of the larger, more aggressive guns. |