high in the halls of the kings who are gone...

.... jaime lannister (got), jorah mormont (got), theon greyjoy (got), sandor clegane (got), sarah carter (the descent), finnick odair (thg), jesse pinkman (breaking bad), lawrence gordon (saw), nancy thompson (a nightmare on elm street), and maggie rhee (twd) WOULD DANCE WITH THEIR GHOSTS. the ones they had LOST, and the ones they had FOUND, and the ones who had loved them the MOST.

[heartslccve]

“hey … can i get a boost up?” ella asked. being five foot four, it was a bit difficult for her to reach objects that SOME PEOPLE seemed to like to put on the top shelf. “i just – … i just need that vial up there.” 

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- JORAH smiled at the person who had approached him. he could not exactly empathize with her current predicament, given that he stood at six-foot-three. not to mention, he’d grown quickly, as a younger man. he reached his adult height when he was only sixteen years of age. “i could lift you,” jorah agreed, as a soft chuckle left his lips. “although, i could also simply reach it for you.” he did not wish to make the other uncomfortable. nor was he in the habit of lifting people in general. it did not come with his previous job responsibilities, he thought to himself, with a good amount of well-intended HUMOR. however, he was known to serve as a scout, for when his queen was not able to see who was coming towards them, from considerable distances away. “it’s this one, right?” he asked. jorah could not tell if there were others, but after a quick stretch, he’d retrieved what she asked for. “there you go,” he told ELLA, as he placed the vial in between her fingers. he did not ask her what it was--- that was none of his business. “i am glad that i could help you out,” he told her, with his usual, polite grin. “is there anything ELSE that you need?” he wanted to confirm, nodding back up at the other objects that were still on shelves. 

[ercsandpsyche]

it was late, nearly closing time for the golden lion, an authentic ‘irish’ pub with an authentic irishman behind the bar. sean had been given the keys to lock up, a sign of trust after some cash had mysteriously gone missing from the till last week - that wasn’t him, though, he didn’t piss in the cup he drank from. looking up from where he was refilling bottles, he spotted a figure in the doorway and something inside him tensed. a foe, a drunkard, what? sean grasped a bottle just in case before calling out ; “oi, mate, we’re closing,”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- NANCY did not know that she was disturbing the closing process. if she had, of course, then she would not have entered. “sorry about that,” she called back, remaining where she was standing. despite the fact that she was being ushered out, the woman wore a friendly smile--- to show that she did not intend him harm--- nor did she want to bring damage to the property. “i did not look at the sign before i entered.” she hoped that hers sounded as valid of a reason as it was, but she could explain some more, if she was compelled to. nancy remained where her feet were currently planted. however, with one brief glance, she was able to decipher that the worker was holding something in his hand. though, it was difficult for her to make out exactly what it was. it was a weapon of some kind, she gathered--- but it was probably a harmless one. one that he’d picked up, once he noticed that someone who was not supposed to be here... had entered the establishment. “are you all right though?” she asked, wanting to hear his answer, before she made his exit. “i will leave, but... if there is anything that i can do to help you, please feel free to let me know.” something must be GOING ON here, for him to reach for something to protect himself. 

[ercsandpsyche]

it was late, nearly closing time for the golden lion, an authentic ‘irish’ pub with an authentic irishman behind the bar. sean had been given the keys to lock up, a sign of trust after some cash had mysteriously gone missing from the till last week - that wasn’t him, though, he didn’t piss in the cup he drank from. looking up from where he was refilling bottles, he spotted a figure in the doorway and something inside him tensed. a foe, a drunkard, what? sean grasped a bottle just in case before calling out ; “oi, mate, we’re closing,”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- the GOLDEN LION. jaime almost choked, when he saw that name on the sign. a million emotions filled him at once. apathy and anger. hope and dismay. disgust and indifference. who could be running a bar with that name? it was not his sister, he knew. and his FATHER would never stoop to the level of what he considered to be an unseemly profession--- that of a bartender or owner. before he could restrain his hope, his heart lurched at the idea that maybe his LITTLE BROTHER was back. maybe he had come to woodshore, and he started a little place like this one. it fit the description of what he’d once wanted for himself. it was close enough, anyways. TYRION had wanted to make his own wine, in a vineyard by the sea. far away from their home country. where no one could hurt him, or seek him out without his permission. as he stood in the doorway, jaime soon realized that none of his best or worst suspicions were correct. it was a simple bar--- with a name that had no reference to his FAMILY. the man had no idea whether that should make him happy or sad. “yes. my apologies for coming in. i will be sure to get out of your hair.” he nodded up in the direction of one of the signs that was lit up--- that espoused one of his more famous nicknames. “people used to call me that, you know,” he told the other. “a GOLDEN LION.” he paused in the doorway again. he shook his head. “not anymore, of course.” his golden locks faded --- some GREYED. 

[last-tailor]

Beach || Open

Eggsy was fucking psyched. Things had been all doom and gloom with his job and then coming here while setting up a Kingsman location. He hadn’t had time for himself. He really needed some time to fucking relax. So it was time for the beach, especially with a festival going on. Maybe later he would go for some surf, maybe a dip in the water, but right now he was walking through the sand barefoot with a fruity drink in his hand. Today was good. 

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- “don’t you want a PROPER DRINK, lad?” sandor asked, even if it was none of his business. for some reason, he was feeling particularly on-edge today. he had no right to question what was the other’s business, but... it was possible that he was in a sour mood.... for a reason other than the fact that he was who he was. he was here with no one--- and he had no idea why he had even come to the festivities in the first place. ALL that surrounded him was the opposite of how he desired for things to be. he liked the quiet, not pounding music. he wanted solitude, and not to be swallowed in crowds of people. he liked the forest, and never the beach. “not some fruity thing like that. you should not even be allowed to call that ALCOHOL.” sandor scrunched up his features, and he shook his head insistently. no, alcohol was not supposed to be girlie and fruity and sweet-smelling. it was supposed to get a man DRUNK. that was its singular purpose, so why did people around here have to go and muck that up? several people passed by him, who were wearing far too few clothes. “gods, and why is everyone NAKED here?” he requested to know, though not from the stranger in particular. it was simply a COMPLAINT. 

[last-tailor]

Beach || Open

Eggsy was fucking psyched. Things had been all doom and gloom with his job and then coming here while setting up a Kingsman location. He hadn’t had time for himself. He really needed some time to fucking relax. So it was time for the beach, especially with a festival going on. Maybe later he would go for some surf, maybe a dip in the water, but right now he was walking through the sand barefoot with a fruity drink in his hand. Today was good. 

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- “great minds think ALIKE,” the doctor announced, as he noticed that the young man near him was holding a similar drink in his hand. in fact, the pair of beverages looked to be exactly the same, even if the men holding them looked quite different. for one thing, lawrence was still dressed in his shoes from work. even if he wished to go more casual--- which his top suggested that he did--- he could not, when it came to footwear. his prosthetic was already peeking through, from the top of his closed shoe, and if he got too much SAND in the thing, then he would be annoyed for the hours that it would take to clean it properly. otherwise, though... who cared? the day was young, and he was ALIVE. not much else could matter--- and certainly nothing else could matter MORE. “it’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” he asked the stranger, as he shifted onto his silver-tipped cane for more proper support. “are you planning to go SURFING? or are you in for a more casual day of lounging?” in the sand, with a drink in his hand? well, the other seemed to be in the position for a perfect day.

[master-of-the-saber]

Quiet Aquarium || Open

Cal leaned against the railing and watched the fish swim by. It was a weird sight for sure. None of the fish were familiar to him. While at the same time every single one of them he remembered, and remembered standing in this exact spot. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. But for now it didn’t matter. He was here because it was nice. Nice to get out and do something other than work. Nice to be free from the fear he constantly had. He took a sip of the soda he had purchased and sighed. “Nice day for a festival huh?” Cal asked the person who had came up next to him. 

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- “yes. it is the perfect day.” it was easy for maggie to agree with that notion. the sun had been shining since the morning. the temperature was warm, but not too hot. families had their members strewn about, having fun at games, while children took walks, but stayed within the sights of their parents. her six-month-old son motivated her more than anyone else could... to get her out of the house. HERSHEL knew that something special was going on, even before she did. her little one’s attention was piqued, when people drove in packs to the water, so that they could enjoy the festivities. and who would she be to deny him the simple pleasure of seeing all that was going on? MAGGIE needed to reenter the world, she reminded herself. what she had endured for years was not a valid excuse to stay hidden. not when she had a child to raise alone BECAUSE of that world--- a child who deserved to know a life of comfort and normalcy and FUN. “hershel thinks so, too,” she mentioned to the stranger, as she nodded towards the child who was sitting snugly against her hip. he pointed at the fish from time to time, and he would gasp in delight--- when a brightly-colored one came into his vision. “it’s his first time at an AQUARIUM,” maggie shared, with a smile that was more happy than it was sad. 

[master-of-the-saber]

Quiet Aquarium || Open

Cal leaned against the railing and watched the fish swim by. It was a weird sight for sure. None of the fish were familiar to him. While at the same time every single one of them he remembered, and remembered standing in this exact spot. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. But for now it didn’t matter. He was here because it was nice. Nice to get out and do something other than work. Nice to be free from the fear he constantly had. He took a sip of the soda he had purchased and sighed. “Nice day for a festival huh?” Cal asked the person who had came up next to him. 

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- it seemed that the stranger had the same idea as he did. to stand near the edge of the water, and to gaze out at the sea critters. JESSE used to be jealous of them. it did not seem fair to him, that someone as small as a fish could have so much more MOBILITY than he did. but over time, and since he’d come to woodshore, he was beginning to relax in his perspectives. his previous world had been harsh to him, without a doubt--- and at times, he had been harsh to it. but now, he was being given a second chance somewhere else. his mind could wander to terrible things, but few of those terrible things could find him again. the most unnerving one that he’d encountered so far... was when he saw a lady he did not know... with his former lover’s FACE. jane had died, too. in an awful, traumatic fashion. so to see someone else with her EYES? well, needless to say, that was terrifying. even still, he must move forward. jesse was coming to terms with that fact--- he could not change his past. but he could put himself in a position so that he could have a better FUTURE. “yes, it is a nice day,” jesse agreed, as he offered the other a genuine smile. “even if i had too much of the FRIED FOOD that they’re selling... i’m still having a nice time.” he paused, meeting CAL’S gaze. “what about you?” 

[undertheviolentmoon-deactivated]

The beach festival interested her so much that she had to go. Sure she’d been to one before here in Woodshore, but never in the summertime. So here she was, walking around in a swimsuit coverup, gladiator heels, and her kraken necklace around her neck, walking around while her familiar was on her side. Seeing one of the games, she grinned as she went over to see if she could play it. “Wanna join me?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “Promise I’ll let you go first.” @woodshorestarters​

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- traveling down to the beach was not an event that people from his family needed to even contemplate. it was from the water that its members drew their strength. and, of course, from each other, too. ANNIE would always be the man’s anchor in the world, at the same time that she was his compass. and their son? their precious, little, bubbly boy. he knew the water even before he was pushed into the world. it would run through his veins, too. FINNICK would be more than fine, if one day, his child preferred a different atmosphere, from the one that he was raised in. he did not have to call it HIS home, simply since his parents did. but... somehow, he doubted that he would need to worry about his offspring’s divergence. thus far, he loved the sand in between his tiny toes, and the sunshine on his back. “the kraken,” he greeted, almost at the same time as the stranger spoke to him. “a mighty creature of the SEA.” not his favorite one, but.... the animal did just fine, and he was of finnick’s own realm. “i can respect your sense of fashion,” he continued, with a teasing grin. “well, only if you let me go FIRST,” finnick agreed, as he joked. “because between you and me, i need all of the help that i can GET when it comes to these games.” 

[undertheviolentmoon-deactivated]

The beach festival interested her so much that she had to go. Sure she’d been to one before here in Woodshore, but never in the summertime. So here she was, walking around in a swimsuit coverup, gladiator heels, and her kraken necklace around her neck, walking around while her familiar was on her side. Seeing one of the games, she grinned as she went over to see if she could play it. “Wanna join me?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “Promise I’ll let you go first.” @woodshorestarters​

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- HE RECOGNIZED HER. the pair did not know each other all that well, but the kraken-wolf remembered when she had a studio room alone. he happened to walk in, when the music was still playing. the two of them discussed their home countries, and the food that they missed. it was sweet and pleasant, and he remembered.... well, he remembered feeling AT PEACE with the world at that time. since then, he did not have the pleasure of running into her again. “it is good to see you,” he greeted, wondering if she would recall WHO HE WAS. if not, then he would be content to reintroduce himself. after all, he understood that whilst one was in woodshore, they could run into a lot of people. “how have you been?” he asked. for a moment, he forgot that she’d addressed him with another question. “yes, i would quite like to join you,” he replied, stepping closer to her. once he did, he saw the gorgeous, glowing KRAKEN.... in a shimmering necklace, that laced around her throat. gods, if that was not a sign, then he had no idea what was. “i love your necklace,” he told her. “the kraken is the symbol of my HOUSE.” it was so deeply rooted in his rearing, that it had become part of him. part of his identity. “my name is THEON,” he reminded her. “i am so glad to have run into each other again. it has been a long time.” 

[tragicies-a]

❝    i  thought  these  were  supposed  to  be  rigged .  ❞             they  were .    as  rigged  as  any  carnival  game  could  be ,  in  fact ,  but  with  a  bit  of  subtle  magic   &   the  joy  of  beating  a  scammers  at  their  own  game ,  anything  was  possible .    merlin  had  managed  to  take  three  of  the  biggest  prizes   &   a  collection  of  smaller  ones  by  now .    as  the  worker  reluctantly  hands  him  yet  another  large  stuffed  bear  he  turns  to  the  person  to  his  nearest  left .           ❝    do  you  want  this  one ?    i’ve  got  enough .  ❞

OPEN STARTER   /    @woodshorestarters​​​​ ,  event 008 .

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- “no. thanks though.” SARAH did her best to keep the subtle smile on her face UNMOVING. she knew how obvious it would be... if the look waned from its place amidst her pretty features. she’d lost a child--- one who was young enough to still enjoy the company of stuffed animals, compared to human companions. now, the woman understood where children were coming from. stuffed animals could not DIE. they lasted longer than people did. her little JESSICA included. she had been so young and trusting. first responders at the scene of the girl’s demise insisted that she did not know what had happened. but that could hardly matter to sarah. of course, it did a little bit, but... nothing could quell the agony that had seized her chest. that came spilling from her eyes. even after.... how long had it been? she did not know, nor did she wish to. it had been a long, long time, regardless of specifics. and her pain never ebbed. it flowed, sometimes, from here to there. but it never went away. “plus, you can never have ENOUGH, right?” the blonde-headed female sent him a teasing, incline of her brow. it was both her way of maintaining the friendly atmosphere that he’d established.... and to avoid any PRYING QUESTIONS to come. 

[tragicies-a]

❝    i  thought  these  were  supposed  to  be  rigged .  ❞             they  were .    as  rigged  as  any  carnival  game  could  be ,  in  fact ,  but  with  a  bit  of  subtle  magic   &   the  joy  of  beating  a  scammers  at  their  own  game ,  anything  was  possible .    merlin  had  managed  to  take  three  of  the  biggest  prizes   &   a  collection  of  smaller  ones  by  now .    as  the  worker  reluctantly  hands  him  yet  another  large  stuffed  bear  he  turns  to  the  person  to  his  nearest  left .           ❝    do  you  want  this  one ?    i’ve  got  enough .  ❞

OPEN STARTER   /    @woodshorestarters​​​​ ,  event 008 .

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- MAGGIE could not say exactly why she had decided to come to the festival. in the past, it was the sort of thing that she would have adored. plenty of nooks and crannies for her and her friends to hang out in. where they could cause all sorts of trouble, but that no one could apprehend them for. the moment that something elicit was done, then she and her high school buddies would have disappeared into the crowd. those memories would have been pleasant, too... had they not been coated in the evidence of her TRAUMA. after years of apocalypse and relocation, the woman-who-had-grown some had no way of knowing whether her young friends were still alive. or if they, too, had been turned into mindless walkers. shot and killed. disappeared. hungry. who knew? woodshore was kind enough to her. though, she missed her adoptive family members sourly. as the stranger offered her the BEAR, she considered refusing him. but then, another idea entered her mind, and she smiled. “are you sure?” she asked him, with a lift of her brow. “i mean, if you’re just gonna hand it out anyways...” she said, as a way of accepting his offer. “thank you,” she told him. “my son will love it. he’s six months old, and... stuffed animals are his favorite little companions.” 

[rosey-dreams]

Front Page News

@woodshorestarters​

Most days, Karen spent time in her little office at Woodshore Chronicle, editing articles and tracking interesting stories to add to her stash of front page news worthy scoops. Not today, it was too beautiful a day to spend cooped up indoors, so she was out on the street, interviewing people here and there about their thoughts on Woodshore. “Excuse me,” She tapped the person on the shoulder, her smile as polite as ever, “Care to make a comment about our lovely Woodshore?”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- upon feeling the tap at his shoulder, LAWRENCE turned around with a wide-and-pleasant smile. he did not mind at all that his morning stroll was to be delayed. if it meant that he could talk to someone, and to help them out, then he was more than up for the task. “certainly,” he informed KAREN, as she approached him, and he paused in his footsteps. the man leaned against the silver-tipped cane, to offset some of his weight, so that he could pause in his motion more comfortably. “it would be my pleasure.” if she did not have a specific prompt, then he figured that he could share whatever it was that he had an opinion about. “woodshore has been quite kind to someone like me,” he said, with a quick bob of his head. “while i find it to be mysterious at times, it has become like a home to me.” perhaps not quite home with a capital H, but... it was getting there. and the location itself could not be faulted. not entirely. it was his ex-wife and his daughter... who he was missing the most. “i feel grateful that i feel SAFE here. and even more, that several residents around town seem to have been given second, even third, chances at life ITSELF.” 

[rosey-dreams]

Front Page News

@woodshorestarters​

Most days, Karen spent time in her little office at Woodshore Chronicle, editing articles and tracking interesting stories to add to her stash of front page news worthy scoops. Not today, it was too beautiful a day to spend cooped up indoors, so she was out on the street, interviewing people here and there about their thoughts on Woodshore. “Excuse me,” She tapped the person on the shoulder, her smile as polite as ever, “Care to make a comment about our lovely Woodshore?”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- SARAH flinched, at the feeling of the stranger’s fingers upon her shoulder. soon enough, though, the woman persuaded herself to settle. she understood that she was not in imminent danger--- she was not in ANY danger, for that matter, but sometimes, she sure felt as if she was. her instincts kicked up faster than her head did, at times... but most of all, she took that to be a GOOD thing. otherwise, if a stranger did intend her harm, then she would not be prepared to defend herself against them. thankfully, she managed to offer the other a slight smile--- the look was tired, but it was simultaneously polite enough. “what sort of comment are you looking to RECEIVE?” the blonde-headed female asked. she did her best to keep the noticeable degree of suspicion out of her voice. if this person was not simply a writer, then sarah’s comment could be wielded against her, at some point, down the road, right? what if someone high in the mysterious government overheard her? “i am coming from the event down at the BEACH,” she decided to say, figuring that was a safe enough subject. “the weather has been lovely, and there is plenty for people TO DO.” 

[hcngryw0lves]

“I mean, really. A lot of this celebration seems like needless fluff to me. Apart from the liquor, I don’t see much appeal to it. Like… A petting zoo. That seems a bit excessive, wouldn’t you say?” Nines muttered as he lounged on the beach, pinching the bridge of his nose. The drumming beat of the live music seemed to echo, even despite how far away from the action he remained.

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- as he tilted his second beer to his lips, JESSE offered a quick shrug. “yeah, man. i mean, the best part of any party is the BOOZE. i’m not going to argue against you on that one.” but as his blue eyes peered out to behold the scene, the softer part of his heart throbbed. all of the images that manifested before him were beautiful ones, the young man thought. children were running around with their parents. couples were holding hands on the beach, as one of them read, and the other slept. a woman nearby won a prize for a man who appeared old enough to be her father, and perhaps he was. most of all, it seemed that all of the attendees were enjoying themselves. and that seemed to be the purpose of the summertime fun in the first place. “maybe it’s a little bit FLASHY,” he was willing concede, before he returned to the point that he believed in more. “but it’s all in the name of GOOD FUN, don’t you think?” as he spoke, a bout of children’s laughter came into his earshot. “i mean, what can sound better than THAT?” not much, jesse concluded to himself. not much. 

[hcngryw0lves]

“I mean, really. A lot of this celebration seems like needless fluff to me. Apart from the liquor, I don’t see much appeal to it. Like… A petting zoo. That seems a bit excessive, wouldn’t you say?” Nines muttered as he lounged on the beach, pinching the bridge of his nose. The drumming beat of the live music seemed to echo, even despite how far away from the action he remained.

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- SANDOR nodded a bit too enthusiastically. “ALCOHOL is all that a man needs.” even he did not believe that, but... in the context of a party, for sure he did. the less conversation and antics there were to distract him from drinking, the better. though he did wonder if ARYA was around. she was next to the only person that he cared to socialize with right about now. however, so far, this guy was not the most unpleasant of company. the pair of them seemed to share a value or two.... and with that being the case, then he could remain where he was standing for the present time. he snorted at the mention of the PETTING ZOO that was happening. “the only animals worth seeing are the ones that could KILL YOU.” wolves and bears. lions and elephants. but puppies and goats? sheep and pigs? these people truly were the worst of farm animals. “the only good these ones are for is for some choice cuts of MEAT.” otherwise, what did people want with them? companionship? well, what happened when the tiny beasts curled up and died? “let’s get out of here,” he suggested to the stranger, with a shake of his head. “we can find some place QUIETER. with more liquor than whatever this fishwives’ SWILL is.” 

[hiddenwoodengems]

@woodshorestarters​ aeryn for anyone

Thinking about it in retrospect, it was a bit silly to come to the beach on such a hot day. Regardless the breeze was comforting, it was still too hot for her body’s make up. She’d volunteered to patrol so to give the other’s a day off and enjoy themselves but she apparently didn’t think it all through. With the onsets of exhaustion and weakness, Aeryn left her post with a radio in to inform them as she made her way inside. The coolness didn’t automatically revive her but it was a start. Still a bit dizzy, Aeryn moved to sit in the nearest empty seat but didn’t realize she might’ve been interrupting someone. “I just need to catch my breath, if that’s alright.”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- when the young man could entertain any excuse to be near the WATER, then he seized the chance. even if the water was beneath a blistering sun, he wished to be swimming in it. the feeling of his body being surrounded by water was pleasant to him--- he even felt nostalgia... at the feeling of salt stinging in his eyes. he appreciated the ACHE that seized his limbs, after long hours of treading. all that he wished was that YARA was with him today. she would challenge him, she would motivate him to keep his head above the water--- without a pun being intended. he missed his sister. even the SEA was not vast enough to fill his heart when his sibling was not around. after a while, he moved to the beach. he sat out there, until he knew that it was time to give his skin a BREAK. after all, the last thing that he needed was to fry today. he had a job to return to in a couple of days, and he did not want to come back wholly BURNT. he’d been sitting with an empty chair beside him, when someone occupied it. theon offered a light smile, and nodded his head. “of course. you must be tired, standing out there in the HEAT.” after a moment, theon proposed kindly, “could i buy you a LEMONADE? or just a water, if that’s what you prefer.” 

[hiddenwoodengems]

@woodshorestarters​ aeryn for anyone

Thinking about it in retrospect, it was a bit silly to come to the beach on such a hot day. Regardless the breeze was comforting, it was still too hot for her body’s make up. She’d volunteered to patrol so to give the other’s a day off and enjoy themselves but she apparently didn’t think it all through. With the onsets of exhaustion and weakness, Aeryn left her post with a radio in to inform them as she made her way inside. The coolness didn’t automatically revive her but it was a start. Still a bit dizzy, Aeryn moved to sit in the nearest empty seat but didn’t realize she might’ve been interrupting someone. “I just need to catch my breath, if that’s alright.”

[sanguinesoldiers]

--- coming to the beach was an opportunity that he’d jumped at. after much prompting--- which had likely grown annoying--- jaime encouraged brienne to meet him there. if she planned to, then she had yet to make an appearance. but that was all right... the man was motivating himself to be more PATIENT. after all, in the past he had been... seemingly unfit for self-restraint. everything that he ever could have wanted was once given to him. of course, things did not remain that simple, but... there was no denying what used to be an outward TRUTH. as the worker sat down beside him, he grinned pleasantly at them. “of course, it is,” he reassured her. “and if you’d like my seat instead, just say the word.” jaime suspected that the flow of air was better where he was unwinding now. he glanced over at the other with curious, bright green eyes. “it is that bad outside, huh?” he asked, feigning a shudder. though, to be certain, he was not mocking HER--- just exaggerating on the situation that they both escaped. “i have been sitting here for almost a half an hour,” he continued, giving a shrug. “i have been unable to motivate myself to get back under that blazing SUN.”