Jaime E. Davies (catch_my_wave) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-10-27 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 096, jaime, noah |
Who: Jaime, Noah
When: 9 AM-ish
Where: outside of Noah's room
Warning: Language
It wasn't her bed, but that wasn't unusual. Especially after a party, and she was almost positive that's where she'd been. The last thing she remembered anyway. She recalled ... Jase showing up with some slut to make her jealous, and it had worked because, well, she was jealous. Even though she'd ditched him and he had no idea why. Right. So it wasn't Jase's bed. Probably. One light blue eye opened and rolled to take in what she could see before it closed again. It was, she realized, chilly. Cold snap? Maybe. Had she left the window open? She did most nights because she liked the breeze and it never really got that bad. But this was a lot of blankets, and the window had looked stunningly white. Groaning, she burrowed deeper under the covers, wincing at a slight tugging sensation in her left arm. "The fuck?" She muttered as she squirmed around under the comforter until she could touch the needle, the source of the tugging pinch. Things started to clarify slowly. Not her bed, needle in arm, fuzzy head but not hung over, and ... not her PJs. While she'd dressed up as a nurse for someone once, she was pretty sure she wouldn't take medical kink play to a level where she let someone put a needle in her arm. Probably, anyway. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she rubbed at her eyes before reaching to carefully extract the needle. Pressing her thumb over the welling drop of blood, she scowled. "Gross," she muttered before she looked around the room. It was nice, whoevers it was. Actually it looked like something she'd dream up for herself, really. Huh. Sliding out of bed, she wobbled a little, holding her head as she tried to find her balance. "Fuck me," she muttered as she stood still, waiting for the worst of the vertigo and nausea to pass. Making her way slowly toward the half-open bathroom door, she looked around in there, too. It looked ... clean. Pristine. Unused. Come to that, the bed was a lot neater than it would have been if she'd been ... what, playing naughty patient? God, was that even a thing? Rubbing at her temples, Jaime closed the door and looked around before making use of the facilities, and washing up. She'd get to the shower in a little bit, when she was sure she could stand upright without worrying about falling over. Then came the exploration of the rest of the room, and the discovery of the box of clothes which she put on after stripping off the hospital gown. She idly flicked at the bracelet on her wrist before shrugging and leaving it where it was for the time being. Then she tried the door since she was dressed and ready ... ... and it was locked. "Mother fucker," she grumbled before she looked around. Window full of snow, and her in shorts and a pair of light shirts. So that wasn't a thing. She did notice the desk then, the computer and phone sitting on it. Maybe she'd call out for help. Picking up the phone, she attempted to dial her dad's number only to find that it was a lot of angry phone noises and not so much with the connecting. Well, whatever. There was a computer, so she plopped down in front of that. Read the note, frowned, and did the network thing. When she heard the pop from the doors, she thought about sticking around to see if anyone answered her network post before deciding it would be faster - and better for her brain - to just go look around. Maybe find something to eat. But maybe not. Her stomach was questionable at the moment. Stepping out into the hallway, Jaime looked around curiously before deciding to just ... see if there was a live person around who could give her a rundown on just how serious that stupid ass note was. Since there was what looked like a bedroom door right next to her own, she shrugged and moved to knock on it. She hoped she wasn't waking anyone up but ... well, she'd apologize if she had. |