Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-26 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime davies, linda ryder |
Bridgetastic
Characters: Jaime, open
When: Friday, 8:15 AM
Location: the Keep
Warnings/Rating: language
Summary: Jaime brave bridges to get breakfast
Status: Open, ongoing
It was kind of weird having Jake in their cabin. Not bad weird, just weird-weird. It was weird trying to be quiet in her own cabin, and it was weird hearing someone else snoring. It was weird letting someone in (though they'd resolved that by popping the screen out of one of the windows and leaving it open for him). She didn't mind and she totally got the why behind it -- his cabin was a million miles away from the Keep, comparatively speaking. And it was hot out. All in all, a very unpleasant situation for Jake. And for her. But at least she had bridges now. Not terribly stable bridges, but bridges all the same. It was later than she usually started her morning, but she'd waffled about whether or not she wanted to venture over alone. At least if Mike was with her, he could catch her if she slipped. If she went alone, not so much. Eventually, she'd given up and decided to let him sleep to see if she could brave the bridges alone. Really, the only thing she had to worry about was drowning. Even if a shark went all Jaws on her, it wasn't going to hurt her. Unless it pulled her down and drowned her. Even so, she picked up the hunting knife they had custody off. Maybe her bat would do just fine, but in a case like this, an extreme case, she'd rather have something that wasn't as likely to be slowed to ineffectiveness by the water. She didn't honesty think she'd have any problem knifing a shark in the eye if it came to that. She just ... hoped it didn't come to that. Dressed for the weather in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, Jaime carried her sandals in one hand and the knife in the other. She eased down off her porch and moved to peer at the water. She didn't see anything, really -- and she definitely didn't see the bottom. No fucking thanks. "Next week better be better you donkey fuckers," she muttered crossly as she moved to where the downed palm trees laid. They'd lashed them together wide end by narrow end so the bridge was more or less even width the whole length of it. The roughness of the bark didn't bother her; her feet were just as impenetrable as the rest of her. But she went without shoes anyway to grip better with her toes as she started carefully across. Her arms were held out slightly to her sides for balance as she moved slowly, carefully, trying to watch where she was stepping while also trying not to look at the water. She rested on the island in between before she exhaled and started toward the other bridge. She studied it for a minute before she began her careful walk across. What should have taken her only ten minutes took her twice that, but ... no matter. She'd navigated her way over the water to get to the Keep. Huzzah, and all that. Once she got inside, she dropped her sandals by the door and looked around curiously before she started toward the kitchen. She was torn between making something, getting packaged somethings to bring back, or just ... staying in the Keep until Mike got up and wandered over. Or Jake did, but she figured he'd be out for a while. Poor bastard. While she thought about it, she roamed into the kitchen to have a look around to see what her options actually were. Maybe she'd say fuck it and just bake some cookies or something. Pity her book was back at the cabin; she should probably start keeping it here, she reflected as she started to poke through the cabinets in the manner of one looking for something who doesn't know exactly what she's looking for. |