Jaime Davies (jaimed) wrote in coldcreeklogs, @ 2015-10-25 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ezra rutherford, jaime davies |
Still Acclimating
Characters: Jaime, open Ezra
When: October 1, 4 PM-ish
Location: Dog park.
Warnings: Some language
Some days she thought she was as settled as she was going to get, and then she'd start thinking thoughts about visiting places only to recall that she couldn't. That she wasn't going to go to Disneyland or Europe, or back home, or to New England to watch the trees turn. Most nights, she woke up from a nightmare where her dad hadn't made it out in time. Some days, she wished he'd been stuck here too so she wasn't so alone, but most days she was glad he was out. They kept in touch through email with her dad, and he called once a week to just chat. He'd at least stopped asking if she was sure about her decision to move, so she wasn't having to dodge the whole 'can't talk' rule. She thought she was going to see if she could ask people if they'd ever read or seen Wayward Pines, but she had a feeling that'd be something she wouldn't be able to say either. She hadn't tried indirect warnings like that, but she doubted she could snake by on a technicality. Since she'd had the day off, she'd spent most of it with Belle at the barn, a little catching up on laundry, cleaning up the yard, and tidying up the house before deciding to take the dogs to the park. It wasn't that far from the house (though really, what was?) and they tucked into the backseat of her car easy enough. It was a good thing they folded up so well though, since she didn't have the van anymore. Once she got there, she led them into the double gated area, unclipping their leashes before opening the second gate into the park proper. She still didn't know nearly enough people here to be super social, and she was mostly interested in watching the dogs anyway, so she kind of kept to herself. She did see a few regulars, and she waved to the one guy she had seen on more than one occasion, though she didn't wander over to where he was sitting. Instead, she elected to stand, because it was easier to keep an eye on the dogs that way. Spots was content enough to just wander for the most part, but Cerberus, just barely out of his puppy years, was up in everyone's business -- dog and person alike. All things considered, she was giving some very serious consideration to changing Cerb's name. While she didn't know if it was likely (or even possible), she didn't want him actually turning into that Cerberus when horror-time hit. Whistling to call Cerb's attention off a smaller lab that looked a little skittish -- and who wouldn't be with a hundred plus pounds of energetic Dane sniffing them -- she cocked her head and gestured him in another direction. He bounded off toward some bigger dogs, and Jaime sighed faintly as she looped their leashes around her neck and just kept an eye on them so they didn't get up to anything they shouldn't. |