Jacob Davies (cryogenetic) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-19 08:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | desirae lawson, jacob cooper |
Bridges
Characters: Jake, Desirae
When: Monday, 1:15 PM
Location: the Keep, kitchen/freezer area
Warnings/Rating: language
Summary: Jake builds bridges for fun
Status: Complete
Jake woke late, like he usually did. Even the change of scenery couldn't prompt him awake earlier than his body was inclined to be up, and usually it didn't matter. It gave other people time to settle out whatever was going on this week, and if they needed his particular ability ... well, Jaime certainly knew how to blow up his phone. When nothing woke him up before he woke up naturally, he reasoned this wasn't a week he was needed. So he stumbled to his shower and turned the water on cold. Except ... it wasn't coming out cold. "The fuck?" He fiddled with the faucet, frowning when the temperature wouldn't move away from the lukewarm it had settled at. Disinclined to screw with it further, Jake shrugged and started to ice the shower and tub and then himself. If the water wouldn't stay cool, he'd make everything else around him cool and shower that way. It wasn't ideal, though at one point the water did seem to catch on he liked cold showers and it stayed that way for a minute or so before jacking back up. Once he'd finished, a little warmer than he liked to be, he wrapped a towel around his waist and retreated to his much cooler room to dress. Given that it was never too cold for him outside, he didn't even bother digging for jeans and just pulled on the shorts he'd worn the day before -- they were clean enough. He did manage a shirt as well before he headed outside. The warmth and sun weren't welcome, but he had no beef with the humidity. His blue eyes played over the water in front of his porch before he looked around slowly. His thoughts shifted to Jaime, and he shook his head slightly. Poor kid. After last week, he was hoping they'd get a week she'd like. This one was probably incensing her further. But it was what it was and at least Mike could float her over the water. No stranger to the producer's fuckery, Jake moved slowly to the water and peered down into it. Not that deep. A little shady near the island the cabin was on though, and he shot a few icicles into the water to stir up the sand. It revealed the ... whatever the fuck it was fish that had been hiding there and he watched it swim off. Toxic? Non-toxic? Either way, it had looked spikey. "Assholes," he muttered before he turned his attention around. It was warm. It was ice-melting warm. That didn't mean he wasn't going to play with it anyway. For no reason other than the simple fact that he could, Jake started to craft a simple ice bridge between his island and the next nearest one. For the 3/4 mile trek to the Keep, he continued to do that, building bridges that would probably be too melted to support him on his way back unless he took the time to reinforce them. Which he probably wouldn't. He'd stir up the sand and shuffle his way back through the water. This was a simple but pointless exhibition of his ability. Once he reached the Keep, he was a little warm and a little worn out -- there'd been a lot of material going into those bridges. Not exhausted -- far from it -- but enough to want to take a rest. With a slight grin, he pulled one of the dishtowels off the handle of the drawer by the sink and tied it around the freezer door handle before he stepped in. Whether or not anyone would catch on -- besides the people he'd already shared the idea with -- he didn't know, or care. He doubted he'd be in there long enough for anyone to probably walk in on him unless they were warm enough to be looking for ice cream or Otterpops already. Plunking himself down with his back to the wall, Jake exhaled, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the freezer wall to rest for a couple of minutes. |