Jaime Davies (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-21 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, jaime dorny, {neville longbottom |
Effing Train, Part II
Characters: Jaime, Neville
When: after 9 PM
Location: snack kitchen
Warnings/Rating: Standard Jaime warnings
Summary: Jaime is cranky, but no longer has a headache
Status: Complete
Jaime was still thoroughly pissed. The headache had rendered her pretty much incapable of anything beyond the basics. She’d showered earlier in the day, and she’d eaten the light lunch Lily had brought them. But attempting to catch up with the network, or focus on anything for too long was a bust. So she’d mostly slept. She’d cried a little, too, because the level of frustration was overwhelming. It was bad enough, what the train was capable of -- now it was defying their attempts to shed it. They’d been off. They’d burned their fucking tokens for Merlin’s sake -- but here they were. She wanted to know why, and there was no answer to that. Why them? Why hadn’t it pulled back anyone from New York? She guessed if she was going to fish for a silver lining, she’d assume since it had brought Ray back, too, it wasn’t keen on shedding him any time in the near future. It was a paper-thin comfort, but she’d cling to it if it was all she had. With a promise to Ray that she’d be nice, Jaime had left the room to patrol the train. She wanted to see who was still here who’d said they were staying behind, and she wanted something else to eat. While she had promised to be nice, she thought there were a couple of people on board she’d happily pick a fight with just to have a target at which to vent her frustrations. Someone she could really unleash on -- but about the only person who wouldn’t take that personally was Logan, and she’d feel bad picking a fight with him just now. So she seethed, as she made her barefoot way to the snack kitchen. She must have slept through dinner, and lunch had been a while ago. She hadn’t bothered to dress (though she was covered -- a nighty that fell to her thighs beneath an open calf-length robe) and she wasn’t particularly sure she cared if anyone thought anything of it. She’d been on the damn train for almost ten months now -- everyone who was going to judge her already had. Instead, she took out some of her ire (though not nearly a big enough fraction of it) on the cabinets -- closing them harder than strictly necessary, and things like that. |