Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-01-07 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime davies, ~eran winther |
Nightmarish Images
Characters: Jaime, Eran
When: Friday, 7:40 AM
Location: the Keep, dining area
Warnings/Rating: some panics?
Summary: Jaime finds something of interest
Status: Complete
Her sleeping schedule was all kinds of messed up. It stood to reason; she hadn't been to her cabin since her run on Tuesday, and here it was Friday morning. She was getting used to sleeping with other people around her, and the floor didn't bother her that much anymore. Oh, she couldn't wait to get back to her bed, but it was just a couple more days. Two more nights, if she stayed up and ran after (or during) the scenery change on Sunday. If there was one. Lately, she'd been haunted by the horrifying idea that the wheel had stopped and they were staying on lions indefinitely. That them moving into cabins had somehow set the scenery at what it was, for the rest of the year. Ridiculous, maybe, but she didn't think it was impossible. After circling the Keep and peering out all the windows, Jaime didn't see the lions. That struck her as a little strange since they hadn't seemed to have left the day before. But maybe. She hadn't been thinking too much about it while they'd been playing games, and she couldn't see them in the dark anyway so she didn't look. Since no one had asked about running to their cabins, she hadn't tried to find them since ... well, before dinner the day before, she guessed. Dinner had bled into gaming which had bled into sleeping, which led her to right now. "Where are the lion constructs?" She asked from where she was standing at the corner near the confessional room. She expected one pull, because it had always been one pull, because they'd always been together. Near-twin lions that hadn't ever been apart. They weren't together now though, and the images in her head were horrifying. One construct was a torn bloody mess, and the other one didn't look a whole lot better. It was alive though, resting in the shade of a tree. Distant. While she didn't know north from south in here, it was behind the Keep but far away. Maybe all the way to the edge of the dome. What the hell had happened? Jaime turned her head slightly, an ache already forming behind her eyes just like it always did when she sought to find something and then didn't go to it. She looked to see who was around that she could see, but she knew a faster way. Going mentally through the list of people here, she tried to find all of them. Most of them were here, a few of the pulls led to cabins, but as she struggled to pull up the names of those she wasn't close to, she stumbled across one name that brought up a very, very unpleasant image. Jaime sank down to the floor, her knees drawing up to her chest as she tucked her head down, her eyes clenching closed as if that could chase away the image in her mind. The battered, torn, bloodied body of one of the other contestants. It was wrong, it had to be wrong, because people here couldn't be dead because this was a show, not ... not something where they'd signed up to die, to be killed. But she didn't think her power could be wrong. Not like that. They should ... do something about the body. Like what, she wasn't sure, but to just leave it there? Would the producers come get it? But what could they do with it? They didn't have a shovel, and even if they buried it ... it might just come back up when the terrain changed. That thought made her stomach roll and she clenched herself tighter until she was a little ball of Jaime, balanced on her rear and the points of her toes. She wasn't sure when she'd started crying, but she was aware of an echo of her sniffling, her breath hitching as she rocked slightly against the floor. This was wrong. This was beyond wrong. Someone else should have to deal with this. Someone should have a plan. Someone not her. In a minute, in just a minute, she'd get up and ... tell someone. Post something. Do something that wasn't sitting, crying, and rocking on the floor. She'd get up, in just a minute and do that. In just a minute ... |