RP: Safe in my Room Characters: Jaime (presumably Dug), Kyle, Bella, Edward, Kaylee Time/Date: Afternoon, August 17 Location: 318 Warnings/Rating: Her mouth Summary: Jaime worries Status: Complete
After Jaime posted the announcement on the network, she sank back onto her bed, back braced against some pillows. She felt sick, and nervous, and scared. While she wondered if some of it was just ... because of all the hype and worrying everyone had done with this, she recognized it was a serious situation. And that for the duration of it, she was very likely going to be stuck in her room, with a lot of people.
She'd done her best to load the place up with activities. They had a few board games, a couple decks of cards, some books, and of course the laptop could play TV shows. She wondered if the psychotic bastards keeping them captive would make the TV just play Barney and Teletubbies and stuff like that, and she thought ... she might not even notice if they did.
Her thoughts were focused in pretty much one direction, after all. She wished she hadn't said anything to him at all, but if she hadn't, they might all be sitting ducks. Hell, maybe they still were, despite all the precautions.
She was distracted by a noise, and glanced over to the door. "Hey, Kyle," she said softly, pleased that her voice didn't shake too much. She was going to be a wreck until the reavers were gone. She knew it. And if Mal died --
She wasn't even going to think about that.
"Can I come in?"
Jaime offered him a little smile. "That's what the room's here for," she told him. Hers, and Kaylee's, since they were across the hall and both ... squishy. They had no weapons training. They had no special powers - related to combat, anyway. They were just people. She wondered how many others were going to come in today. And how many were going to stay. She was going to guess that Kyle was a stay-over, since he had his pillow and a backpack. She didn't mind. Not really. They could set up camp on the floor, or she supposed she could share her bed with someone for a bit. She shared it with Dug; why not another person?
She did think about asking Mal to sleep here with his gun, but ... she didn't think she'd be able to behave if he did.
Reaching over to her laptop, Jaime navigated to a music website so at least the room wasn't silent. And then ... she waited.