Jaime E. Davies (catch_my_wave) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-17 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 099, delaney, jaime |
Who: Jaime, Delaney
When: 8:30-ish AM
Where: Living room
Jaime had been to New York a couple of times in her life for various reasons. Granted, those times had been twenty or so years ago, but it wasn't like this place was all that easy to forget. So for a few minutes she stared out the window, just remembering Boston. It seemed ... a little fucked up for them to do this, but then again the whole kidnapping thing was fucked up to begin with. Running her fingers over the glass, Jaime frowned slightly before she turned away. Picking up her phone, she scanned the network and replied to a thing before tossing the phone on her bed and heading to shower. Afterward, wrapped in a towel, she realized she had no clothes but a quick search of obvious places brought her bag to her attention. She tried to gauge how long this trip was going to be by what was in the bag, but wasn't coming up with much. A day or two at most, she was guessing, and it brought to mind Noah's words about them waking up in other places. Given the last place she'd heard people had woken up, she supposed she should count her blessings on that front. It wasn't prison. Well, not an actual prison. They were still pretty well trapped. Exhaling, she dropped her towel and pulled out an outfit - black jeans, a light blue sweater, and sandals. The kind she wore out, not to the beach, and a faint, melancholy smile flit over her lips before she turned to leave the room. While she had plans of hitting the kitchen, she came across the living room first and wandered in there to look around, and to admire the view from the big windows. It was a shame she couldn't get out in that. She'd be on a plane so fast heads would spin. Crossing her arms over her chest, she forgot for a moment about food as she watched a world she wasn't part of any more. She saw people, and she moved closer to the window but from this high up it was impossible to make out features and faces. Besides, it wasn't like she'd recognize anyone here, but part of her latched onto the idea that her dad was down there somewhere, looking for her, and it made her eyes prickle with the sting of tears. He wasn't, she was sure. There was no reason he'd be. If he was anywhere, he was three timezones away, probably still asleep. Maybe having horrible dreams about what might have happened to her. Still, she wanted him to be here. To somehow glimpse him in the crowd, so she could at least say the goodbye he'd never hear. Because she was never getting out of here. Not alive, anyway. And wasn't that a cheerful thought? Sniffing once, she lifted her hand and tugged the sleeve of her sweater over it to wipe at her eyes. She'd need some sort of distraction to climb the fuck over this one, and she exhaled softly as she dropped her arms to her side, though they crossed over her chest a few seconds later. In a minute ... she'd go look for food. Probably. |