Jeremiah Jamison is a Southern Gentleman (jeretleman) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-06-02 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | carly, jeremiah |
WHO: Jeremiah and Carly
WHERE: Pool House Quarantine.
WHEN: [forward-dated] June 7, evening.
WHAT: Can't go anywhere, might as well make a friend.. and dinner.
Under normal circumstances, boarding in the pool house really wouldn't have been a hardship. They were some of the nicest rooms the hotel had to offer guest. Spacious, and only a few feet away from the cool waters of the huge pool. Even now it wasn't the worst place he'd ever slept, or the most crowded in terms of the space to people ratio. Hell, it wasn't even the first time he'd been unable to come and go as he pleased. There weren't many places to go when you were on a giant boat in the ocean. Was he happy to be ushered away to await fate with a handful of others? Well, no. But, Jeremiah had always been good at pushing aside his feelings and doing his best with a situation. He didn't, couldn't blame the others for being scared of a second misshape. Though he believed the other non-bite sufferers when they said they weren't attacked by the woman, injuries all an unfortunate side effect of other survivors panicking, he could understand why the security team didn't. They'd already lost one of the bitten survivors. An older man who'd collapsed and started to turn early that morning. Physically, Jeremiah shook that train of thought away. It had been traumatic the first time, there was no point in revisiting it. Especially when they still had another definite bite victim in the group. A quiet girl who refused to look at or speak to any of them (or maybe it was just him). Thinking about her and her soon to be fate wasn't any better a train of thought. Maybe this was worse than staying on the ship.. at least there he'd had his job to occupy some of his time. Here, now.. well, Jeremiah just needed to find something to do. Options were pretty limited though. Glancing around, he settled his gaze on the small kitchen area. "Think I'm gonna work on making some dinner," he announced. Standing from his perch on the edge of the couch, he glanced back at the couple people who'd converged there as well. They didn't seem terribly interested in what he was doing one way or the other. "Right, well I'll just go do that, then. Any of y'all decide you want to lend a hand, feel free to come and join me." The last was said a touch louder, the offer open to more then just the quiet lumps in the living room area. They didn't have much in the way of food - no one did anymore -, but they had a small ration of prepackaged goods and someone had been kind enough to gather them some fresh vegetation. Enough to make some kind of meal. Maybe, he thought, glancing at one of the cans. |