Jaime Freeman / Dorothy Gale (unselfish) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-31 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, chris hoffman, jaime freeman |
WHO: Chris Hoffman and Jaime Freeman
WHAT: BINGO PROMPT: First Day in Woodsbridge/First Sibling
WHEN: 16 years ago
WHERE: Foster parents' house
WARNING/RATING: None it's cute.
Jaime grabbed his duffel bag and held it close to his chest. People rarely realized that they could actually pack up their entire lives into one bag when they needed to. He learned this first hand. Most of what he owned was the same pack that his parents gave him before they dropped him at the police station and left. So he kept a close hold on it. That was all he had. Coming to the new city was strange. He'd been bounced between several foster homes, but they all ended the same way: they realized he was "different" and didn't want him. But he'd never left the state, so coming here … was unnerving. He was twelve now, big enough that if things didn't go wrong maybe he could fend for himself. But he didn't know here. He slouched in the car on the way there, only popping his head up to see some of the buildings as they passed by. He met his new foster parents, and they were nice, they told him that he was a Tale and being different was good. They seemed sincere, but Jaime was a little paranoid. This seemed creepy in a way, a town of different people. What, were they like the X-Men? He went to his room and it was bigger than the last one by far. It might've been bigger than his original room. He felt tiny in it. He was still clutching his duffel bag when he sat on the bed, uncertain of what to do next. They said dinner was in a few hours. He wasn't sure he wanted to go. This all just was too much, and there was no escape. Home from school, the fifteen year old Chris came in through the backdoor, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He joined his foster mother in the kitchen and grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter. “Is he here yet?” He surveyed the room as if their new arrival might be hiding underneath the table. “Upstairs, settling in his room. Maybe you should give him some time-” But Chris was already on his way up to the second floor where Jaime’s bedroom would be right next to his. In his opinion, Jaime didn’t need more time alone. He needed someone who understood what he was going through. He tossed his bag and jacket onto the desk in his room and then moved next door. He knocked on the doorframe and looked in at the skinny kid clutching his duffle bag on the bed. “Hi, Jaime. I’m Chris.” He gave the younger boy an encouraging smile. Jaime heard footsteps come up and tensed, a little air swirling around him, and he willed himself to stop it. This was exactly why he got kicked out of his third home, he didn't last long at all before the anxiety turned into a heavy wind. He wasn't going to do that now. He knew that there were foster siblings there, and he had a mixture of bad and good relationships with his previous ones. Some of them were okay. Some of them were rotten. He stared warily at the boy who came into view. "Hi," he said, hating how small he sounded. No, he had to seem cool. Jaime let go of the duffel and set it to the side, shrugging and crossing his arms. "What's up?" Yeah, that was better. Ish. The air was settling in at least and no longer spinning. Chris noted the air swirling around Jaime and figured it was the kid’s ability. He debated whether or not to mention it. Doing so might freak him out worse which would exacerbate the situation. After a pause, he opted to leave it be for now. Let Jaime get comfortable, and they could work there way up to talking about tales and abilities. “Just wanted to come introduce myself. You want some company? I know moving to a new place sucks.” "I guess." Jaime thought he looked nice, but he wasn't really sure about anything at this point. It was one thing to know you had superpowers, and another to know how many other people were out there. It was like a whole town of super heroes and no one knew. He eyed the other boy for a moment before curiosity won out. "Do you have super powers too? What are they? Do you know what your Tale is?" This was his first experience with all of it so he wasn't sure if that was a taboo question but he wanted to know. Chris laughed a little at the sudden onslaught of questions. He remembered being the same way when he’d first arrived. After finding out all about the town and the people in it. “I do,” he nodded and moved into the room. He grabbed the desk chair and pulled it a little closer to the bed before he sat. “I’m really durable,” he answered. “I can get knocked down, punched, cracked over the head...and I don’t get hurt. Don’t even feel any pain. My tale is from the Wizard of Oz. The Scarecrow.” Jaime lost some of his wariness once Chris started to respond, his eyes widening in genuine surprise at the explanation. "That's so cool." But then he said the last thing and Jaime looked at him with honest astonishment. Followed by a laugh. This was so weird. This was so so so weird it almost didn't seem possible. He loosened up entirely, grinning over at the other boy. "This is about to get pretty weird." But awesome. This was so very awesome. "My tale is Dorothy Gale. We're from the same one!" He hadn't even been warned really that it was possible, and it was the first real time he talked about it. "I can control the air and wind!" Chris was pleased to see Jaime’s expression open up a little once they got to talking. He grinned. “Yeah, it is pretty cool, isn’t it?” He listened with interest as Jaime continued. And he had to admit, he was pretty shocked by what came next. His eyebrows shot upward before he laughed. “Seriously? That is so cool.” He held his hand up for a high five. “Looks like it was meant to be, huh? Us being here together?” Jaime felt like he turned a complete 180 from just a few minutes ago. This place was scary and unknown. But suddenly everything felt like it clicked. He was around people with powers like his. And not just anyone, one of his Tale's best friends was now his foster brother. Maybe this wasn't the worst part of his life anymore. Maybe it was the start of the best. For the first time in awhile, he started to feel optimistic. He gave Chris a high five. "It seriously has to be, what are the odds? I didn't even think I'd meet one of us. That means all the others have to be around somewhere, right?" It was good to see Jaime open up so much so fast. And while he was still playing the “cool big brother” role, he was pretty excited to meet someone else from the Wizard of Oz. It felt right. Like they really were supposed to be close to one another. And while he’d already known he’d look after his new foster brother no matter what, now he knew that he’d go to any length to protect him. “I think you’re right, Jaim.” |