Characters: Jace Wayland and Chris Miles When: Monday Late Morning Location: F 401-B, Car #10 Warnings/Ratings: None save for a bit of mild language. Summary: After the lockout, Jace did not have his old room...nor the car that it was previously in. After staying a few nights with Clary in her and Simon's room, Jace decides to venture out and see where his new sleeping quarters are located. Status: Closed/In-Progress
While Jace was certain Clary would have no qualms with the sleeping arrangements, he knew Simon would. He didn't have to leave unless Clary wanted him to, but Jace had somehow managed to pick up generosity after they had stopped. Losing the car that his previous room had been in had been a bit...disconcerting. Did this happen often? What if they hadn't gotten locked out? What if he had still been on the car? Would the train have kicked him off? Would he be back in New York without his siblings and Clary? Those were things that Jace did not want to think about, especially the very idea of having left Clary behind. Who was going to look out for her if he wasn't here? He couldn't trust just anyone with her safety and while he knew deep down she could handle herself, Jace wasn't ready to truly admit that to anyone. Especially himself.
He had ventured out of Clary and Simon's room in the later portion of the morning with little in hand other than his typical Seraph blades and his stele. He never needed much else anymore. With the missing cars, the train seemed easier to navigate and people seemed to have been placed much closer than they had before. He would have to see if Alec and Isabelle were where they had been before and make note if their rooms had been changed. He hadn't talked much to either of them since Alec had broken the news that he had told Isabelle about Max. Jace had been meaning to talk to Izzy, but what did one say when it came to something like that? Jace had lost so many people in his lifetime that death seemed to be something that you simply accepted. Of course, he often asked himself if he accepted Max's death, which he wasn't entirely sure he did.
Coming up on train car number ten, Jace headed down the corridor and came to a sudden stop. Taking a few steps back, he had found exactly what he had been looking for. There was his name under the name of one Chris Miles. Great. There was a roommate in this one. Obviously alone time with Clary was going to be out of the question. They would manage though. They always did.
Jace didn't knock. If this was his new room, then his stuff was going to be waiting inside and he didn't have to knock to go into his own quarters, right?
Opening the door, Jace, perhaps for the first time in his life, looked genuinely appalled and shocked at the disarray the room sat in. His OCD immediately began to click in and the need clear and disinfect the entire place was strong. Who lived like this?
Standing for only a moment longer, Jace took a few more steps in and, taking a blade into his hand, used it to pick up a pair of wildly-patterned boxers from the floor.