Jaina Solo (tricksterjaina) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-03 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaina solo, sam winchester |
Who? Jaina & Sam!
What? Breakfast, research, conversations.
Where? Some diner, not in Kansas, wherever their hunt is.
When? Backdated to early this morning! (10/3)
Why? Because of reasons.
Rating? Not high.
The part of hunting Jaina wasn't particularly fond of, at the moment, was all this lead-up, the research part where she was expected to sit back and look at patterns and try to figure out where the monster was before she could do anything about it. Normally, while it wasn't her favorite, it wasn't so bad. When she was this restless, though - made of frustrated exhausted energy that refused to settle - it was almost painful.
At least it was something new to think about. Now if only she could actually think about it.
The diner felt too bright for this early in the morning, all fake light and gleaming surfaces, though thankfully it wasn't terribly crowded. There were a few grizzled older truckers off to one side, clustering together and talking, occasionally a voice rising over the others in the middle of some amused tale, and they'd all bark with laughter. A few other scattered patrons were filtering in, regulars getting special treatment from the waitresses and the cooks, familiar with the place and the menu enough to just rattle out "The usual, Sally."
In a way, none of it was very strange at all. Bordering the motel they'd checked into, the diner had advertised 'free wi-fi!' in neon on the window next to the booth they were now sitting in, and Sam had practically lit up at the sight of it. He was now tapping away at something on his computer, and while Jaina's own laptop was sitting in front of her, she couldn't really focus enough to even begin to think about what she should be looking for.
The waitress had already long ago dropped off their food, and Jaina prodded at hers once again, for a second, before going back to pretending to focus on the task at hand. Her appetite was about as good as her sleeping habits, lately; that was, practically non-existant. She'd drained her coffee already, though - it tasted burnt, but throwing a dozen sugar packets into it had helped mask that and the action of actually adding them had helped to kill some restless time, at the same time, so it wasn't so bad.
There's a little cardboard menu display on the table advertising chocolate milkshakes. "Best in the country!", it claims. It doesn't look bad at all; she isn't sure if the twist in her stomach is the absence she's been trying to ignore, or a craving she can't bring herself to go through with. She cuts her eyes away, back to the computer in front of her.
"Find anything?" It's the first she's asked it since they sat down, sure, but she's been itching to ask since about five minutes after he'd broken out the laptop and started typing away. She doesn't really want to keep looking, to keep waiting. She wants some kind of action. It's probably bordering on questionable - a Jedi isn't supposed to seek out fighting, a Jedi is supposed to be a peacekeeper... but, then, sometimes it's best to strike first, and in this sort of situation, with monsters that just want to hurt people - isn't this a time when being proactive is a good thing? It isn't just about her needing a distraction. She's helping - or wants to, if they could just figure out where the kriffing monsters are.