Jimmy Boudreaux (c6h12o6) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-09-15 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, jimmy boudreaux, jp mendoza |
WHO: Jimmy Boudreaux, JP Mendoza
WHAT: Jimmy makes plans to protect his egg.
WHEN: Saturday, Sept 15
WHERE: Convenience Store
WARNINGS: Language
STATUS: Complete
As soon as the Colonel had explained the competition, Jimmy had been thinking about how he would protect the egg when it was his turn. While he didn’t necessarily like the beach, he really wanted to see the water. And maybe fish. Blackbird winning would be the way that could happen. The one thing he did know was that he was not carrying around that purse that Seth had made. Even if it had done the job. No, he needed something that would cushion and cradle the egg. The case he had for fishing lures (still in Louisiana of course) had separate compartments so’s not to get them mixed up. And his rifle case (also still in Louisiana) had padding inside to protect the rifle. And the boat they took out for fun (not for tours) had bumpers you could throw over the side. It was at breakfast this morning that it had come to him. One of the cooks was from Alabama, he’d discovered and Jimmy had spoken to him about coming back later to collect an empty egg carton. Now he was on his way to the convenience store for a couple 20 ounce bottles of soda and some packaging supplies. JP had overheard the kid - Jimmy, he thought his name was - asking about the egg carton. It was painfully obvious what he was doing, but JP wasn't sure if Jimmy already had the egg or if this was for a future day or someone else on the team. Regardless, it was a good lead and he followed in Jimmy's wake. He was heading for the convenience store, which was … convenient. JP stifled a grin. This was almost too fucking easy. Sauntering along, he entered the store a minute after Jimmy and headed for the aisle the other Vol was browsing. He grabbed a candy bar off the shelf at random so he didn't look suspicious and put a considering expression on his face as he began to peruse the sodas. Another few feet and he could 'stumble' and catch onto Jimmy for balance, read what he was doing and where the egg was, and be on his way. Jimmy hadn’t really even taken notice of the different shapes of plastic bottles before today. He knew that he would need more than one, so he could make a false bottom in one to stash the egg. However, what shape would be best, a sorta curved one or a straight sided one. He reached for one of the curved ones and considered it for long moment. Realizing that someone was not too far away, he held up the bottle. “Ya had this flavor ‘fore? It any good?” JP was caught off guard, just a little, when Jimmy addressed him. He gave the bottle a quick glance and used the question as an opportunity to come closer. He reached out, his fingers closing over Jimmy's. As had happened all too often lately, the information began to flow almost as soon as he touched the other Vol's skin. He immediately saw that Jimmy was making a contraption to hold the egg in for whenever he got it. And then he learned far too much about alligator fishing. JP wasn't sure what was scarier - the fact that the information had been retrieved so much more quickly and easily than it had before with someone he hadn't ever touched or that Jimmy got up close and personal with alligators. Jimmy didn’t think anything of it when the other guy got closer. However, when he tried to hold Jimmy’s hand, he drew the line, yanking his hand away and dropping the bottle. Luckily, plastic bounced instead of broke. Not that Jimmy noticed, he was too busy staring at the other guy and wondering what the hell was going on. Maybe he was like Pat. Jimmy didn’t have a problem with that, but he also knew that there were a lot of people out there who did. Especially in St. Mary’s Parish. And probably here he suspected. It was only right he tried to help this guy out. “Hey, there,” he said slowly, in much the same way he talked to Mira’s spiders, “‘m Jimmy and, I, er, 'ppreciate...” He waved his hand between them. How best to put this? “The int'rest. But not ev’ryone does, ya know? Ya, ya gotta be careful.” JP jerked his hand back and stared at the kid in front of him. "What?" he asked, brow furrowed before he worked it all out. Coming back from the information still took a little bit, which was usually a good thing, but right now he felt that it wasn't. "I'm not - I'm not fucking gay." To his horror, he realized that his cheeks were very hot and he scowled at Jimmy. "I just wanted to see the fucking bottle." “Okay,” Jimmy said with a shrug. He didn’t believe him for a second. However, he seemed to be in denial about who he was. And he was blushing. But Jimmy wasn’t going to push him. It had taken Pat ages to admit anything to him and Digger. instead, he bent down to pick up the bottle and held it out. “Here ya go then. So’s you can look at it.” JP all but snatched the bottle from Jimmy with a faint "thanks." He glanced at it briefly and then put it back just as quickly as he looked at it. "Haven't had it." Without another word, JP turned and headed out of the convenience store, tossing the candy bar on a random shelf on the way. He didn't give a fuck if that Jimmy kid figured out why he touched him. Gay? Seriously? JP just shook his head and stalked off. |