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Tweak says, "I tune out self-pity."

Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-12 23:40:00

Entry tags:

!log, jaime davies, zack fair

Snow!
Who: Jaime, Zack
What: Snow! Snow forever! and some fliers
When: Saturday morning
Where: Central park
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

So, the moving-out discussion had been a bust. Well, no. It had been a 'think about it and make a grown up, responsible decision' discussion, which was somehow worse. She was still moderately grumpy at Erik for having played the 'remember your past' card, because she struggled so hard to forget her past. Her past sucked.

Her past also bore a strong chance of repeating itself, if she wasn't careful. That, really, was what pissed her off about the whole course of the discussion. She couldn't argue when he was right. If the wrong people caught wind of it, if she wound herself into a position they could take her again ... there was every chance she'd wind up in a lab. There was also every chance she wouldn't make it out again.

She'd thought about that on the train ride down to the city. She was safe at the mansion. She was sheltered at the mansion. There were people like her there. People who understood the particulars of their unique situation. But the city was huge, and why shouldn't she be able to hide in it?

It wouldn't hurt, she decided, to see what was for rent -- and what kind of jobs there were around. On a lark, she had some fliers made up and decided to plaster them around town. They were simple, plain things that just announced her finding service. She hadn't put her number on it, but she thought if she stood near where she could see most of them, she might find some interested parties.

Then again, she had a feeling the snow was keeping most people in. After managing to nail a few fliers to a few posts, she rolled up the remainder and shoved them into her jacket pocket before she looked around. All the snow, and no one to fight with. With a shrug, Jaime swapped her gloves for mittens and set about creating a snowman. Maybe some adventurous kids would show up to help, or someone else would be along to chat. Either way.

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herosheart
2011-08-13 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Zack had been out finishing one of the odd jobs he'd told Cloud about the other day, this time more a kind gesture than a an actual paying endeavor. One of the elderly widows he'd helped move into a new townhouse last week walked with a cane and couldn't clear her own steps, so he'd volunteered to clear them for her. He'd tried to insist that she let him do it for free (he felt weird, charging a nice old lady for the simple ability to get out of her house if she needed to), but she'd had none of it and insisted on not only treating him to a warm, homemade lunch, but given him a few dollars for his trouble as well and insisted he go buy himself a nice, warm coat instead of the light jacket he was wearing. Zack chose not to argue the point; there was no way he could explain to her that the cold didn't bother him because his basic cellular structure had been tinkered with by a mad scientist.

He was on his way back to the Welcome Center when he spotted a young woman taking advantage of the unseasonable weather to have a little fun building a snowman. Zack grinned and shook his head in wonder. Snowmen were a foreign concept to him, since he'd grown up in the jungle, and his years in cooler climates hadn't really leant themselves to goofing off in the snow.

"Having fun?" he asked.

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finder
2011-08-14 12:42 am UTC (link)

Jaime glanced behind herself at the voice, and she grinned a little as she pushed her hair back out of her eyes. Well, that was the plan, anyway, but her mitten was covered in snow and really all she wound up doing was streaking snow through her hair.

"Not as much as I'd be having with other people," she called back as she pulled off her mitten. Running her fingers through her hair, she pushed most of it behind her ears. "But none of my friends came down with me. Honestly, I think they were tired of me singing Christmas carols and just wanted me out of the house."

She looked around to see if she could figure out anything about him -- where he'd come from, if he was a native, how long he'd be here if he wasn't -- but she wasn't psychic. "Want to come play?" She challenged playfully as she leaned against the enormous base of her snowman.