RP: Fetch Characters: Jake, Oy Time/Date: early afternoon, September 11 Location: near the garden Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Jake and Oy play fetch Status: Closed
"Bring it back, Oy," Jake called with a little grin.
The bumbler glanced back to his friend before trotting further away with the small stick.
Jake laughed quietly before he trotted after the bumbler. He hadn't forgotten anything. Hadn't forgotten that his gun was missing. Hadn't forgotten that he was a captive here. Hadn't forgotten that Roland's quest wasn't yet completed ... he hadn't forgotten that he should be out there, with Roland and Susanah, continuing their quest. Saving the writer. He'd forgotten none of this, but there was nothing he could do about any of it.
So the best he could do was try to cope. To be a kid again. Or for the first time. It seemed like he'd been in this particular ka-tet forever and not just the months he'd been traveling with them. He'd seen too much, been forced to grow up too fast. He'd killed, and seen death, and those things you never forgot or truly got over. You just kept them somewhere you could deal with them.
Catching up with Oy, Jake reached down to snag the stick from the bumbler's mouth before he turned to throw it back down the length of the hotel, watching as Oy bounded along after it.
Jake grinned, sliding his hands into his pockets as he followed after Oy, knowing full well that the bumbler understood fetch, but liked to put his own particular spin on things -- so Jake would be chasing him again.