Jake Sully (dumb_grunt) wrote in serenityfalls, @ 2014-11-02 15:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | jake sully |
Who: Jake and Open
Where: Outside in a local park
When: Sunday
What: Recon! Of a sort.
Rating: Uh, sweary? Grumpy?
Jake had been pushing himself around town for most of the day, trying to do some basic recon and at least get a rough mental map of the immediate area. He had the housing area where he'd been assigned a house (a house, holy shit! With a garden, too!) all worked out, and some of the surrounding area as well, and when he discovered a small park he'd decided to take a short break. They weren't the trees he was used to, and he couldn't even get all that close to them since his chair was kinda shitty when it came to off-roading, but... they were trees. Maybe there would be some hint of Eywa in them, some sense of home... Maybe.
He'd paused for a while to rest his hands and to try and sense Eywa somehow (yeah, he had no tswin to form tsaheylu, but it couldn't hurt to try, right?) but all he could think about was how he couldn't do anything that would get him back to his People. He'd been here two weeks now and still nothing. He wasn't a tech guy or one of Grace's nerds that knew science and could possibly find a way home, he was just a dumb grunt stuck in yet another hellhole. One that was over a hundred years in the past, with retro tech (they didn't even have proper 3D tech, from what he could see, and that was everywhere, even in ID cards) and no possible way of getting off-planet, never mind leaving the solar system and getting to Pandora. He had a Mate to get back to, and a Clan to learn how to run properly. He had to pass through the Eye of Eywa and be in his proper body instead of this broken useless thing he was tied to. Like he'd said when he first discovered the network, this was bullshit. It was really starting to hit home now. He was stuck in a body he hated, on a world he didn't belong to, in completely the wrong time, without his Lifemate.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, then scowled; feeling sorry for himself would do nobody any good at all, least of all him. It hadn't worked when he was injured, so it sure as fuck wasn't going to work now. Christ, he needed a drink, though. Or to punch something real hard, loads of times. Or... or something. He scrubbed at his face and ran his hands through his hair before putting them back on his wheels. He should get on with working out his map, really.