|Jeannie (i_blink) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2009-01-14 16:02:00
|Entry tags:||bella swan, bruce banner, dick grayson, jeannie, liandra, simon tam, snow|
Snow Day [Snowed In]
(For Bella, Veronica, Dick, Bruce B, Lee, Edward and Simon)
Making the snowman had been extremely fun, and Jeannie was very pleased to have met a new friend. She genuinely liked people, and the truth was, she was more than a little lonely. While she enjoyed meeting all the people that she had since coming to this place, not one of them had really stayed. There was no one that she saw regularly. While she liked her new master, it was not at all the same as having a human master who was always there. To talk to. To serve. To love.
But when the snow became too bad, it was no longer quite as fun. It became too difficult to hold a conversation. So reluctantly, Jeannie made her good-byes and watched as Liz disappeared into the growing storm.
For a bit, Jeannie wandered through the chilled and changed landscape. Here and there, she ran into people that needed a bit of help dealing with the ever-deepening snow. All of them received aid in some fashion or other. Except for the last man.
Jeannie had been about to help him get into the car he claimed was his when the street light above him began flashing red. It was a clear sign from her master and though it was difficult, she withheld her favor. When, moments later, he smashed in the window of the car and began grabbing things that obviously did not belong to him, Jeannie deposited him in a snow bank instead.
Once again, her master’s wisdom was proven. After that, she allowed the City to guide her movements, following the green lights and walk signs when she could see them through he flurries. It was getting rather difficult to walk, actually, and she hoped her master was leading her somewhere warm. With hot chocolate, perhaps.
It was not long after that she spied a large dark shape in the middle of the whiteness, suggesting that a big building was at hand. But it was not until she was nearly at its doors that Jeannie recognized it for what it was.
“Oh! It is a school!” she exclaimed. She certainly hoped all the students and teachers had been sent home before the worst of the storm had begun. But it was best to be certain, and her master had led her here for a reason, so she hurried inside.
“Hello? Is there anyone here?” Her voice echoed hollowly through empty halls, and Jeannie moved further into the building. It was a relief to be out of the storm, and she would feel terrible if there was a child here that she did not help because she had been in a hurry. She made her way through the maze of halls until she found herself in a very large room, though she could not immediately identify its use. “Hello?”