Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-11-02 09:48:00 |
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She had to admit she hadn't actually done much on the hunting front. She'd found plenty of other things to distract herself with, and she figured she should at least make a token effort toward finding some things inside the house. She'd probably venture outside, but she didn't want to go alone in case something happened. Something ... being a drowning incident or another weird vision thing. She kind of wanted someone to witness that so she could prove she wasn't insane. She hadn't actually tried to do it again, and she'd been careful in the mental phrasing of questions to herself, just in case. She certainly hadn't asked any out loud to herself since then. She'd found a scrap of paper in the kitchen and spritzed that with perfume before sticking it in one of the baggies. That took care of something that smelled nice. She folded up the Pop-Tart wrapper from breakfast and stuck that in, too -- there was a piece of trash. A peanut from a can of them covered the nut. A piece of bread covered the B. She'd dug through their junk drawer to come up with a penny -- she saw there were six in there, and she figured everyone else could find one there. Though it made her wonder if they planned on adding more teams, or if they'd just thrown in the pennies at random. She was a little stuck on something round because nothing immediately sprang to mind. She looked around for berries inside but didn't see any -- and that was a little disappointing since she knew Madi had brought some in. They must've all been eaten. Ah, well. It wasn't much, but she guessed it was a start. Sticking the baggies into her team's bag, Jaime hung it back up on a knob of one of the cabinets before she thought better of it. While she didn't think anyone would steal anything since there were cameras everywhere, she figured it was better not to risk it. She'd just keep it with her until it was time to turn them in. With the list in hand, she glanced toward the kitchen window. It was dark though, and she wasn't inclined to go out in the dark. Or at all, ever, but maybe she'd make an early start tomorrow morning. Besides, she could hear the pattering of the rain. No thunder tonight yet, and she wondered if that meant the storms were petering out or if they just weren't making it thunderstorm tonight. It had bee nice, last night. The rumbling thunder, the flashes of lightning. That, in her oh so humble opinion, was the only nice thing about this terrain -- the storms that came with it. She liked the storms. Standing by the window, bag in hand, Jaime gazed out at the falling rain and the patterns it made sliding down the glass. |