Jaime Davies (miss_davies) wrote in strange_ic, @ 2016-10-06 16:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | jackson null, jaime davies, luke walker, nikki price |
Full Circle
Characters: Jaime (narrative) // First group (text)
When: Friday, 9/9, starting around 7 AM
Location: Various per character
She'd woken up like a zombie again. It had been harder not to go to Daniel after this set of nightmares, and she knew without needing to try to find it on the news that the creature had claimed another. That somewhere in the Wilds there was a teenage girl's body, torn to bits like the last one had been. She'd dreamed about it this time, and she thought the others must have had dreams again as well. With a collective three and a half hours of sleep under her belt (or was that under her eyes, now?) Jaime went about her morning routine quietly. She wasn't sure if Daniel was sleeping or not, but she'd leave him to it if he was. So she let the dogs out, put down their food, started the coffee, let the dogs in, and went to get ready for the day. Shower, dress, attempt to hide the marks of her zombiism, make her lunch, go. She'd already decided to call the meeting, to bring everyone together. The nightmares were only further sealing it. The murders had to stop. They couldn't keep going on. People couldn't keep dying because some people who could maybe stop it were dicking around. Not that all of them were. She had a few sources who were more than happy to give her a call when things of interest were going on, so she knew what some of them had been up to. Once she was more or less set to head to school, she pulled her phone off the charger and paused when she saw there was a voicemail. She recognized the number, because it had a name tied to it. She felt a swirl of emotions tear through her, felt her eyes prickle with tears. "What timing," she murmured, her voice strained and low in the kitchen, empty save for the dogs. Cerb lifted his head briefly, curiously, before returning his attention to his breakfast. Jaime held the phone to her ear, listening to the message. So he was here. That ... was good, right? It was. They were here. The circle was completed. She glanced to the clock on the microwave, but she could spare a second or two ... and she'd break her no-phones in the classroom rule for this. She could at least check between classes. During quiet periods. While the kids were reading, or working. Come to that, maybe she'd have the whole day just be ... silent reading or catch up time. A study hall. She almost laughed, but found she couldn't really create a sound. With fingers that shook and copious use of the delete key, Jaime sent a text to the others. The ones she'd called back. The ones who'd stood together, fought together, the first time. The magic seven of them. 7:02 AM The gang's all here. Guess meeting time is go. Lunch at the Jade Trident [address], noon tomorrow. I'll tell you everything I know and get you caught up, and I guess we'll go from there. Be safe in the meantime. |