Jacob Davies (cryogenetic) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-04-06 12:29:00 |
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He was wet, and uncomfortably warm, when he made his way into the Keep just after noon. He'd watched out his window at the variety of dinosaurs and he wondered who was going to be taken down by one. Not if, not when, but who. Because if they could have an accident when there were normal polar bears, how fucked were they with dinosaurs? Doubly fucked, because Sin still couldn't heal. Probably wouldn't be able to. And no one had yet stepped forward to proclaim they were the new dome healer. Completely fucked. Jake wasn't thrilled with the terrain, the heat, the humidity, the possible outcomes of herds of dinosaurs running around. So he was already in a foul mood when he made his way into the kitchen. His plan was to get breakfast (well, lunch) and see who was around and what they thought of the terrain. But first, he thought he'd take a minute to just cool off. With drops of rain still clinging to him, Jake eased himself into the freezer. While he supposed he didn't need it as much as he had before, it was still nice. Cold. Comforting. He'd stay in there until he cooled down (both literally and figuratively) and then eat. While he was in there though, he started to feel a little ... odd. This was his freezer. His home. His place. Why did people think they could just come in there and take things? While Jake recognized immediately that the thought was irrational and not like him at all, the thought dug its proverbial claws into him. This was his place. These were his things. The frozen food, the ice cream, the Otter pops, everything in here, the whole freezer, was his. Why did they get to touch it? Some people could. Some people he would let touch it. Jaime. Sin. Dahlia. Mike. Maybe April, but maybe not. Some people could come in. But not most of them. Not the new ones. This was his place. His freezer. His things. And he'd defend them if he had to. |