Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-01-20 17:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime davies, ~jane murphy |
Ornaments
Characters: Jaime, Jane
When: Friday, 7:40 AM
Location: the Keep, dining area
Warnings/Rating: depends on who tags in. Her mouth otherwise
Summary: Jaime finds the box of ornaments and recognizes the significance of a couple of them
Status: Complete
Jaime had come to the Keep with every intention of getting Mike breakfast, and maybe seeing what was left of the mountain of cookies from Wednesday. However, the sight of more stuff on the usual table distracted her. A big cardboard box and three tree stands. Nice. At least they wouldn’t have to try to scrounge up things to make stands, and then they could go cut another tree. She wasn’t sure where they were going to put all three of them, but she wasn’t really concerned about it, either. Maybe they’d get a big one for the Keep and rock-paper-scissor for whoever wanted the other two. She moved to the box of decorations and started to paw through it. There was no note about it being a contest, so she figured it probably wasn’t. It was just … for the ones that held the traditions she supposed. She knew Jake’s family did a morning-after-Thanksgiving tree decorating, so he’d probably be all over this. When she reached the box of ornaments beneath the rest of the stuff, a slight frown curved her lips. She lifted it out all the same and started to sift through them. The majority were typical -- snowflakes and reindeer and Santa Claus in various incarnations -- but a few were … weird. When she lifted a racehorse in full stride and in silks, she realized why some of them were weird. “Dude, fuck you,” she muttered as she gazed at the horse. No, no one would immediately assume anything about it. Maybe ask her, because they knew what she did for a living. But she knew what it was. It was Bob, the day he died. The day she’d killed him. Not on purpose, she never would have done it if she’d know what was going to happen. But she had killed him all the same. The ornament showed him in the silks he’d last raced in, and Jaime shook her head slightly. It dawned on her slowly that if they were jabbing at her, they’d be jabbing at other people, too. She didn’t know enough about most of them to understand the significance of names and knives, but she was starting to think that maybe there were actual criminals here, too. Well, there were. Of course there were. She knew that. Mike had come from jail, for fuck’s sake. So some of the others -- maybe all of the others -- surely had, too. She hadn’t been in jail herself, no, but she’d been in a very, very messy situation. Still, she dug through the box until she found what she was pretty sure she was looking for. It was an ornament of a little boy holding a bow and arrow. Not quite the situation, no, but close enough to jab, right? While Jaime had no plans of keeping it from Mike, she also didn’t want him to stumble across it on accident. Well, without knowing about it. She didn’t imagine for a moment that any of this was accidental. She also thought she should put up a warning on the network, but she wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it. Shaking her head slightly, she tucked the racehorse and the child-hunter into the pockets of her coats before she started to examine the other ornaments as if trying to match them with their intended victims. |