RP: After the Rain Characters: Jaime Time/Date: Evening, July 31 Location: Lobby couch Warnings/Rating: Narrative cursing Summary: Jaime appreciates the rain being gone, but not the ensuing boredom Status: Complete
The rain had tapered off earlier that afternoon, and she and Lily and Tyler had gone to clean up the roof area. They discussed what they thought would come next, because there was always something next. They hadn't come to any conclusions, because there was no pattern they could discern. They all agreed though that if nothing happened, they'd have to wonder if there was something under the surface they just weren't aware of. They had no way of knowing the limitations these people possessed, because so far there didn't seem to be any.
But if they were human, they were fallible. They'd already underestimated Kara, and that gave Jaime some hope. If they could fuck up on something like the traps ... then maybe they'd fuck up somewhere else, somewhere more crucial. She could hope.
After showering and changing and nuking a quick dinner of soup, Jaime made her way down to the lobby. It was sort of her default place to go because hanging out in her room by herself was dull.
The silence was weird though. The fact that the lobby seemed to be deserted was unnerving. Usually there were people ... at least passing through, but maybe she was here at a weird time, or the rain had really altered their patterns of behavior. Which was something to consider. She wondered what Lily and Tyler were up to now, and she felt vaguely lonely. She'd been noticing the loneliness more and more lately, and those thoughts were often followed by thoughts of Mal, which was ... something she didn't want to look too deeply into. Sure, he was nice to chat with, but he was twice her age and it was dumb to even think about trying to have any sort of relationship in this fucked up place. Still, when her mind wandered, it usually wandered to him.
Hopping up from the couch, Jaime flipped through the CDs in the player until she found the one she wanted. Setting it on random, she listened to the pop-y dance beats of artists that came after her time. Returning to the couch, she sprawled back onto it, singing along to songs that were meant to be danced to, and not sung along to.