Jamie Calder Jones (about_face) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-06-03 14:06:00 |
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Current mood: | okay |
Who: Jamie Jones (solo)
Where: Jamie's room
What: Jamie musing on his ability and trying something new!
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Low
Jamie hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what had happened the night he’d turned into a dog. What the hell was wrong with him? How come his father said that everything would be okay? There was nothing normal about the fact that he could turn into other people, let alone animals now too. What if that meant he could turn into other things?
If he could turn into a bird, he could fly away. If he could turn into a dragon, he could take people with him. That would be cool. He entertained himself for a moment with the idea of turning into a dragon, but then he thought about how much turning into a dog had hurt, and that wasn’t as different in size to his normal body. A dragon was huge. It would hurt way more.
He hoped that with practice, it would stop hurting. He was kind of vibrating to tell someone - Sam - but he bit his lower lip.
Sam.
He missed Sam and it hadn’t even been that long since they’d fought. It was stupid, they’d fought over something stupid and now they weren’t talking. The papers that Sam had shoved in his direction were sat on the bed next to Jamie, one bruised hand having circled a couple of the listing that he’d liked. One argument wasn’t enough to end a friendship, right? Not one like theirs. But what could he do? Sam wasn’t talking to him.
He ran the palm of his left hand across the length of his right arm, the bruising a mottled colour now. It was disgusting. What point was being able to do something cool like turn into another animal if you ended up looking like a mouldy banana at the end of it? He figured that with practice he would adapt, or something? Because there was no way that it was going to stay like that, not if Jamie had anything to say about it.
He crossed over to his window and pushed it up, looking out at the street. It was mid afternoon, there were a few people out. Jamie wanted to attempt changing into something else.
Maybe if he wasn’t Jamie when he met with Sam, that would be different? Was it creepy, though? Jamie turning into an animal to check that Sam was okay? It was probably worth it though, right? Making sure that Sam was okay. He didn’t know if anyone else was and if he were honest, he didn’t trust anyone else to look after Sam anyway because people sucked.
He decided on a cat, because cats were cool and didn’t smell as bad as dogs (and if Jamie never turned into a wet dog again it would be too soon). He’d never really talked about pets with Sam. It was never something either of them had wanted all that much. But maybe Sam just needed a friend, feline or not.
A black cat trotted down the street in front of Jamie’s house and he looked at it for a moment before wondering if he could turn into that. Scribbling a note on a piece of paper (after hiding the housing listings) that read Please dont shut the window! Jamie went back to the sill and looked out again.
What had he done before? He was just thinking about dogs, so he tried thinking about cats. It didn’t work. Puzzled, he thought about the black cat and his mind kind of took over from there. He thought about its length, how the graceful movements were formed by the way that the body was built from head to the tip of its tail, the four legs and the way that the paws moved when it walked. He remembered something about cats having flexible spines, being able to make over a thousand different sounds, from purrs and hisses to meows and whines.
There was that cracking again, the twisting and the pain of the contortion as Jamie felt the world grow inexplicably large around him. Shuffling out of the shirt and hoodie that had fallen on top of him, Jamie shook his leg, his rear leg, that was. He’d done it!
Bounding towards the mirror, Jamie skidded to a halt, the fur along his back and tail standing on end as he caught sight of his reflection. He still saw in colour. That was a good thing, right? Because that meant he was still... him. He turned his head towards the window, ears and tail twitching with impatience to try out this new body and form and attempt to find his way around as a cat.
Hopefully his parents wouldn’t come into his room. They didn’t usually, and even if they did, there was a note asking them not to close the window.
Here goes nothing he thought to himself as he paced back and forth underneath the windowsill for a second before jumping up. His front paws hooked on the wood, but his back legs scrabbled against the wall for purchase for a couple of long moments before finally pulling himself up.
After that, it was a graceful slide out of the window onto the roof, then down the tree. Jamie was kind of overcome by the urge to pee on the tree but resisted it. That was weird and totally gross.
But the world was then his oyster. He tipped his head and turned a little to try and get his bearings. The world did look different at this height. First place he was going to go? The school grounds, just to see if he could work his way there and back again. It was where Sam hid out at night when he didn’t want to be at home. Jamie knew if he could get there, he’d be able to do something.
And? Well, there was something pretty cool about the feeling of wind in his fur.