Jake Chambers and Oy (![]() ![]() @ 2012-01-06 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, kaylee frye, {jake chambers |
Observing
Characters: Jake, Oy, Kaylee
When: Friday night
Location: Observation car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Jake and Kaylee apparently have the same idea in regard to the snow
Status: Private, ongoing
Jake's bare feet pressed against the thin carpeting of the corridor as he made his way quietly between the cars. He didn't know why he kept up some of the things he did -- moving quietly, thinking like a gunslinger, considering every situation first from the gunslinger's perspective and then the child's -- but it wasn't as though he could unlearn those things. He was who and what he was, and if this was what he got to do before he died, then he didn't want to lose what he was here for lack of practice. He suspected, heavily, that some day he would blink and be back in the car. One day, he would blink, and he would have only a few minutes left to live. But until that day came, he was making the most of his time here. He was here, and Oy was here. While it would be great if Eddie was here, it would hurt, too, because Eddie was already gone in his when, and he didn't want to tell the other 'slinger what had happened. How he'd died. How he couldn't stay and watch. How he didn't want to hear the warning. The warning he was supposed to have passed on, but didn't, and it might be too late now. Jake shook away those thoughts, bundling them in the back of his mind as he continued to walk along. He didn't think they'd be alone in the car -- the temptation to watch the sky had to be weighing on more people than just him. He just hadn't expected to see a stranger. Not that it mattered; they'd all been strangers at first, but friendships had formed. Bonds. Trusts. There was some friction, of course, but mostly everyone was doing all right. "Hello," he said quietly from the doorway, hoping not to startle her. "Do you mind if we watch, too?" On the train, he knew it was hard to find time alone, or a private place, and he didn't want to intrude if she'd rather be alone. |