Jack Frye (leavingitall) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2010-01-22 10:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | holly price, jack frye, rating: pg-13, status: in progress |
Who: Hollis and Jack
Where: In the safe zone, outside City Spire
Why: Jack's lost, his map flies away in a snow storm
When: Afternoon
Rated: Pg-13
Jack knew how to read a map. He did. He had to. Colorado was a big state but this place...New York City was another type of big. It was crowded. There were buildings in the way. There were buildings everwhere. Now with Carl gone and him having to do single duty until they could get a replacement he wasn't having a hard time trying to figure out where he was and what direction he needed to get to....especially during a snow storm.
He shouldn't have been so stubborn. Jack knew he should have spoke up and said he wasn't comfortable navigating the city by himself yet. At least they'd let him patrol the safe zone as compensation. Unfortunately, he'd gotten lost inside a few square miles. The snow didn't help. All the signs were covered with white crystal. It made it more complicated when he had to get out of his Jeep and shake off the street signs just so he could figure out where he was.
Now he was lost again.
He'd dusted one of the street signs and had struggled to get the map unfolded in the wind. Taking a deep breath he straightening it out as best as he could on the hood of his jeep and tried to find West 56th on the map. His finger went to the red circle he'd made around the Salisbury and he tried to trace the route he'd taken. He'd made a left out of the garage, a right then a left. He tapped where he thought he was with his finger, flicking some snow fall away from the tiny print.
He looked up at the building, City Spire "That's tall." He said out loud to no one in particular. "I think this is it. This has to be" he comforted himself then started to fold up the map when he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and realized a person was leaving the building he'd just been gawking at. A woman. In a snow storm.
"Hello?!" he yelled through the weather. The distraction was just the thing for the naughty north wind to grab the large sheet like a sail and yank it out of his hands. The paper floated up into the sky, caught in the gust, did a few mocking flips and then faded out of view.
Well. That was just great.