Jaime Elizabeth Davies (frogs_not_birds) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-02 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~jamie davies, ~tom buckley |
Unleashing
Characters: Jaime, open
When: after closing Monday night
Location: open area behind the back lot
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth, otherwise none anticipated
Summary: Jaime has been putting it off too long, and expels some excess energy
Status: Open, or narrative
There were frogs, but that didn't surprise her. After tonight, nothing would surprise her. Her control was completely shot, and she was just lucky she'd made it through the night without anything going horribly wrong. Anything else, anyway. There'd been a few more instances of a breeze inside her tent, but if any of the customers had noticed, they hadn't said. Maybe they thought it was part of it -- the mystical wind of fortune or some shit like that. Jaime knew things were going from bad to worse when she heard the first croaking of a bullfrog somewhere in the tent. If she was so far gone that she was pulling frogs ... well, it was time to build things back up. If she was going to have another meeting with Buckley, she wanted to be more in control In control enough that things didn't start going crazy and scare him off again. When the call finally came through that things were closing up, she couldn't get out of her tent (and her costume) fast enough. She hauled ass back to her trailer to change into her jeans and her shirt, foregoing a bra in the rush of it. Barefoot, she hurried through the trailers and tents to a vacant area of the field. Maybe they'd been using it for animal practice or something, or maybe no one was using it at all, but all around her now she could hear frogs. Bullfrogs, peep frogs, everything in between -- it was a chorus. When she thought she was far enough away, Jaime closed her eyes and pushed with her mind. She felt the wind well up around her before it whipped past her. It was at least blowing away from the carnival, so she wouldn't have to worry about that. Her hair was blown around, and the wind was strong enough when it gusted that it nearly drove her to her knees at points. When she was done, when then worst of the energy was gone, she stood where she was and gazed across the dark field. The frogs had gone silent, and were hopefully hopping back to their homes. She felt tired, but she didn't feel nearly as edgy as she had the past couple of days. It was clear this was long overdue, and she guessed she should have known better. At home, there was a pattern. There was a gradual siphoning of energy, there was familiarity, there were measures of control in place. Here ... everything was fucked up and stressful, and now the object of her ... well her stalking had shown up. There was no way that was going to be anything but stressful. Being careful just wasn't going to be enough anymore. She was going to have to monitor things better, and vent more often. Because she couldn't have accidents here. Exhaling heavily, Jaime remained standing, staring. She should get back to her trailer, try to get some sleep, but she wasn't ready to go inside yet. She wasn't ready to deal with the reality of here any more tonight. So she stood. And stared. And waited. |