Jaime Davies (monologuinghero) wrote in islandrpg, @ 2013-07-06 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaden scott, jaime dorny, malcolm reynolds |
Not the Leader
Characters: Jaime, open
When: evening of today
Location: foresty area
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth, I assume
Summary: Jaime attempts to chill after a super long day
Status: Open, touch it.
She needed to get laid. It was sad that that was her first thought when she started to unwind, but it was an honest thought. She just needed to be fucked oblivious for a little while so she could forget about ... everything. She wasn't sure she was coping so much as she was just repressing everything she couldn't immediately deal with. She kept herself as busy as she could, but even so there were times when there really just wasn't anything to be done. It had been months now, and while she wouldn't say she was the most senior resident (because she knew, in a vague sort of way, that there were others elsewhere on the island, and that not everyone who arrived made it to the settlement), she certainly felt like she had a senior role at times. Jaime wasn't a leader. She'd never asked to be a leader. She didn't think she was one, exactly, but at the same time she did tell people to do things, and they listened. Wasn't that some sort of leadership? It was stressful, whatever it was. The problem with needing to get laid was the fact the community was small. Smallish. Small enough. She wasn't interested in tangling with relationships and emotions; she just wanted a sound fuck once in a while. She hadn't yet come across anyone who seemed interested in a no-strings sort of thing with her, but ... well with new people showing up all the time, who knew? With an intense desire to get away from the village in the hopes that some time by herself would calm the worst of her desires (or at least put some distance between her and the others if she couldn't get them under control), Jaime apparated to a clearing in the forest. It was too near some wreckage for a lot of people, but she'd found it peaceful enough. Or maybe the (probably imaginary) danger element just seemed peaceful to her. She'd fought a fucking war against Death Eaters; a little bit of a boo wasn't going to deter her. It wasn't like she was going to be sitting on the wreckage or anything. Just ... in the area. It was dark, and quiet, and a good place to just breathe for a little while. Other people knew about it, and it was close enough to the village that people wandered over from time to time, but she wasn't overly concerned about visitors this close to dark fall. She had every intention of being back to the settlement before full dark, but until then ... until then, wandering around out here suited her just fine. She might find something of interest to bring back, and that would be something. |