Jaime Davies (monologuinghero) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-10 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, amy pond, jaime dorny |
Like a Ghost Town
Characters: Jaime, open
When: Saturday morning
Location: Corridors
Warnings/Rating: her mouth
Summary: Jaime roams the so very empty train
Status: Open, ongoing
Out of sheer morbid curiosity, she'd gone to count the names that remained. While she realized it wasn't so different from the number they'd had in their first month (did that really mean this was their last month?), it felt different because the train was so much bigger. Sure, it had shed four cars back in Narnia, but it still had at least a dozen too many. While she knew this scenery's event was nothing more sinister than de-aging people, Jaime still had her wand out, held loosely down at her side. While scenery changes tended to happen over night, she wasn't assuming anything about the train at this point. She still maintained it was furious, and she was pretty sure that meant all bets were off, and they couldn't rely on prior patterns. Such as they were. For all she knew, the train would randomly reverse and there'd be a stray Dementor roaming around. Better safe than sorry, and all that. "So what's your deal, huh?" She murmured as she strolled through the library. "Crashing and burning? Did whatever she do to you take a toll on you? Are they tightening your reins and you're so pissed off now?" It was ridiculous, talking to a train -- but what did she care? She was pretty sure it heard, or at least understood them on some base level. "If throwing people back is your idea of defying your creators, you'd better just stop now." Threatening a train was even more ridiculous than just talking to it, but she didn't care. There was a part of her she'd deny having that was terrified to the point of illness that this was the train's solution. That it was going to do another purge. That she -- or Ray -- was going to be part of it. The idea of being forcibly separated from him was enough to make her stomach turn, and the idea of him being sent back while she remained was enough to make her shake and her knees start to buckle. To know what he went back to, to know what she'd lose -- she'd never meant to fall in love with anyone, let alone in such an unstable environment, but she guessed it was true what they said. You can't control who you fall for. She'd fallen, hard, and until they actually had a rescue, worry was going to eat at her. "You just leave him alone," she hissed as she gazed up toward the ceiling. It was irrational, but more and more often lately, she'd been possessed by the irrational certainty that Ray was gone, that Ray was dead. Continuing her stroll, she paused briefly outside her own room, running her fingertips across his name. Still there. Something inside of her unclenched a little, and she resumed her walk. She was still jittery and edgy, and she wanted to try to chill herself out before she wandered back to her room. Maybe she'd be lucky and stumble across a distraction on the way. |