RP: Not Again Who: Jaime, openish but a Mal wouldn't be bad. What with the awkward and all What: Mistrusting her new ... home Where: Campus grounds When: Evening, May 26 Warning: Jaime swears with her swearing mouth. Plus, she has an attitude problem.
She'd spent her first night on some guy's couch. Which was fine, because hey. She didn't really want to have sex with anything that moved and if she could get a night on a couch without it, great.
She'd showered and had food (real food; he could cook) and he'd given her some clothes he'd outgrown that were still too big on her, but they were cleaner and nicer than the rags she'd shown up with.
Before she'd left (after a good breakfast), he'd given her twenty bucks and told her to be careful. He'd very nearly gotten the same 'you don't care about me' lecture she'd given that guy on the street the other day, but since she was just about to leave anyway, she let it go. With a nod, she'd let herself back outside to face the world.
And somehow, she'd wound up in the exact situation she didn't want to be in. Oh, sure. It wasn't the government. They weren't experimenting. But it had the same sort of vibe. The 'you're trapped here' vibe. But it was free room and board in a strange town, so ... she'd kind of be dumb to turn it down. At least until she got on her feet. Or something.
It was nice, and the day had been warm. Despite the nice setup in the apartment, Jaime was too restless to be inside. She'd spent most of the past couple of years outside, so inside made her a little claustrophobic.
After dinner, she'd retreated to the outside world rather than back into her apartment, intending to thoroughly explore the grounds. And so it was that sunset found her roaming about the campus grounds ...