Jamie's Story

Jamie looked back at Anthony, "Its almost dinner time, you can wait this guy is about to die out there." She moved out of the door past him, more or less ducking, and sliding between his side and the frame. She got out into the hallway and handed the water bottle to Kacie, "Hold that to his head, he's super heated." She quirked a brow at his reptition of not doing anything. "We're on your side, here."

She huffed and took her glasses off again, sliding them into the pocket of her shirt, running her fingers through her engine red hair. This, was hectic. But she could handle it, she was sure. "Just, calm down, eh? We're all friends here, if we're calm... we can work this all out sooner." She held her hand to the guys head again, "Uh, you don't look alright. And, I'm certified in medical...stuff." Not time to start bragging, or reminding herself that she actually wasted three years in Med School for dear ol' dad.

She glanced at Belle,a nd Kace. "MRgh, Kacie... How about you get these guys settled? Belle and I can go... cook. FOod, to consume." Anything to get her head straight and give these guys so much needed breathing room, and they though she was worked up.

Jamie was just getting over the whole franticness of Gil and Eric entering, and yet another guy came in. She barely had time to turn around before the sheer shock came over ehr face, she had to remind herself that he was probably, you know, way youmnger and all that to keep from letting her jawline hit the floor. It was a step up from any of the guys who had already occupied the space, though, A very nice step up.

She waved, "Well, this is officially getting interesting." The girls were getting outweighed though, which was generally how she liked it. She looked over at Belle, "Are we still gonig to make dinner... or..?" 'Or.. do I get to gawk at hot stuff s'more?' would've been the rest of the question, but said hot stuff was right there. Better to keep somethings inside.

"We're gonna make dinner, we're gonna make dinner, we're gonna make dinner, cuz we need food to eat..." Jamie sang, to the tune of the Blue's Clues 'We Got a Letter'. She had lots of little nephews and such running about, so kids shows were her thing. Besides the computers, and techy things, that is.

She moved into the kitchen and watched momentarily as Belle moved about, "Uh, yeah. So I planned our rations for as much as ten people a day, two meals. And a snack. So we should have plenty extra in case more people come... and as long as people don't sneak anything."

She herself didn't have a hairtie, but she did the geek thing and used her pen as a chopstick, holding her makeshift bun in place. "What were you gonna make, tonight? Meat or something veggieful?" She clicked on the oven to its default three-fifty, glaring towards the door. "Oy! Its coming alirght? Don't piss your pants waiting!"

"We're gonna make dinner, we're gonna make dinner, we're gonna make dinner, cuz we need food to eat..." Jamie sang, to the tune of the Blue's Clues 'We Got a Letter'. She had lots of little nephews and such running about, so kids shows were her thing. Besides the computers, and techy things, that is.

She moved into the kitchen and watched momentarily as Belle moved about, "Uh, yeah. So I planned our rations for as much as ten people a day, two meals. And a snack. So we should have plenty extra in case more people come... and as long as people don't sneak anything."

She herself didn't have a hairtie, but she did the geek thing and used her pen as a chopstick, holding her makeshift bun in place. "What were you gonna make, tonight? Meat or something veggieful?" She clicked on the oven to its default three-fifty, glaring towards the door. "Oy! Its coming alirght? Don't piss your pants waiting!"

Tis is just wonderful, ain't it Ma? Getting to be a real housewife, hm. Almost thirty anyways... She thought to herself, a smirk on her face. Oh yes, he rmother was totally giggling along with her at this point, not much else to do in that big cloud in the sky, was there?

Jamie bursted out in laughter, "Yeah, that is pretty dumb." She patted Belle on the back and stared at the tomato, she went into th drawer and got a very plastic spoon. "Here goes science." She held the tomato under the hottest water the faucet woudl give, which was enough to make her hands a little bit sore. She rolled it around in her hands, smooshed it a little, and then set it back ont the counter, using the spoon as a makeshift knife. It was a little messy, but it sliced somewhat decently.

She spun around, plate of cubey tomoatoes in hand, "Et voila! The wrk of geeks overrules the captors once again." She smiled cheesily up at the ceiling, assuming they had cameras, they would see this. She went into the fridge and grabbed the dressing, "Don't hulk out on the meat, at least not with those besides Anthony and Kyle. Especially Kyle. Those guys need the most, that's how I worked it out." She had actually allocated a teeny bit more to Kyle than she did Ant, because he seemed to be taking the most initiative with everything and that seemed like a decent treat for him.

"You're a pretty good cookmesiter, you are. And that's saying alot, coming from me, grew up with firefighting chefs. The best there are." Oh god how she loved their messy but hearty meals. Spaghetti with all the garlic and meat a girl could handle. Pure heaven of eatery. "Where'd you learn?"

Jamie leaned back aganist the counter where the sink was, "Absolutely, no buffets. And if there is any grief to be caught, I will totally wear the cathcer's glove for it. Although, I'm sure they'll understand." Oh chyeah right, like someone was going to be all 'But I got less than tommy aunt jamie!' all over again. She'd laugh, if someone did some such thing.

She tilted her head at Belle's story, "Ah. I know the kind. Dad was that way, always working to.." She did her air quotes, "Provide for his children so that they may someday become great human beings." Along with her mocking voice of him, she chuckled at the statement though. "He got what he wanted. I was the genius and my brothers were role models."

She suppresed her laugh at her assuming it was her father, "Oh no, never. He wouldn't set foot near a firehouse, let alone live in one. Pa was a lawyer. My brothers, they were the heroes." She smiled and scooted herself up onto the counter, hanging her head with a smile on her face, "Greggy boy, her could cook like nobodys business. He was the oldest, died in a fire when I was about eighteen. He was going on thirty-two."

She nodded at Kyle when he walked in, taking her pen out of her hair and poiting the laser at her tiger-striped nails. Oh how she loved this thing. She assumed girl-time was over from the general closeness of the two, and took her cue to go 'wash up' before dinner. Se headed out of the kitchen and through the cafeteria, she more or less rinsed her hands in the bathroom and just hung out in the hall.

Orca. She was used to hanging out with the big guys, but damn. That guy was hot. There was no other way to put that. And again, the reminder of the cougar-reality of it kept her from going all open-mouthed. Jamie casually walked past Judas, poking Gil in the side. "And he's awake, almost thought you'd died." She smirked, the fact that he totally spazzed when he saw Kacie was pretty hilarious. And adorable in that, overly-dorky way. "And dinner is ready. So I suggest you go take a seat. And, don't pass out, again."

She would've laughed if he did. She was going to enjoy messing with him, especially since she could totally make jokes nobody else would get due to their weighty science-matter. Jamie walked randomly around the table, humming yet another song, until she got to the kitchen. She started grabbing plates and setting them out on the tables. Food, yummy.

Jamie laugh-giggled at Gil's reaction to the so minor physical-contact, it was utterly amusing. The only men she had been about were the big, burly firefighters her brothers introduced her to. And then, her borthers of course. The protective, touch-her-you-die sorts, never a lanky geek. It was a nice change, she thought, as far as amusement went. "Maybe you could sit with me tonight?" Cue coy smile-wink and not-so-hasty exit.

Once she was in the kitchen, she started fixing plates. Kyle got the lions share, by a few extra pieces of pot roast. Then Anthony got the next-up. Everyone else had about the same amount, although the girls all got a little more salad than they did meat. She glanced at Eric, so he did speak. "Ha, we could do that. They have plastic forks. Quite bendy. You'd have to use a lot of momentum to stab someone with that..." She handed him two plates, "Those, are yours and the other guys..." She actually hadn't heard his name. "Uhhh, the pretty one." That explained it enough, no?

She didn't totally feel like going back to college-days and donig the waitressing thing, but it seemed that was what her gig was for the night. Everyone got water, juice was to be saved. Jamie forwent her own, and gave Anothony two, since he was so begging for some earlier. And then she sat her own stuff down at one of the smaller tables, along with Gil's. She was set on making his stay the most entertaining one ever, for her at least.

She chuckled, moving to help Gil up but being beaten to the punch by Eric. She wasn't sure if she liked him quite much or not. Too early to tell, possibly. She corssed her legs and used her fingers to tear the meat into bite-sized pieces, she wouldn't want to shove her face in front of a potential interest. Although, she couldn't say she would think his standards were terribly high for her. Maybe, you know, I Dream of Jeanie, but she would like to think she beat that blonde.

She had possibly forgotten to dress the salad, which she realized bid-bite. "Orca. I forgot the dressing." She shrugged and went to eat it anyway, the sauciness of the dressing weighed down the crispiness of the lettuce leaves. Not to mention negating most of the nutrients in those said leaves, and all the rest of the veggies.

Jamie was more focused on her food than Gil, at this point. Although she did side-glance at him once every so often. He was cute. Maybe not Judas-hot, but cute nonetheless. And she preferred men who didn't spend more time than her in the bathroom. And, she didn't think one person could be that pretty naturally. It was just not something God would do to the rest of them, you know, grace them with the body of Michaelangelo's David.

"So, what do you do, for a living?" He looked like the gamer type. And if not a gamer type, than possibly a computer-engineer type. It was one of the two, at this point.

[color=navy]Jamie grinned, "Isn't that sweet of you? I suppose some people," She directed this comment at Ant, "Could learn a thing or two from you. Instead of taking this back to high school, you know." She did a smug smile in his general direction before cracking open the water and taking a very hearty drink of it. She set it back down and slid it back over to him, "I won't drink the whole thing. I'm sure you'll need water."

She shifted in her seat, leaning to one side and propping her face in her hands. She ruffled her bangs and pushed the behind her ear, taking her glasses off in the mean while. "Wow, double major? That's pretty impressive. I could only handle one at a time..." Her dad rather hated that, but he was 'proud of her efforts to sustain his expectations' anyhow. She perked up at the mention of teaching, "Like kids? Or... college, teaching?"

Jamie shot a look in Eric's direction, he seemed so cocky. One of those, froo-froo. ooh-la-la people. She rather hated that. What, did he think he was better because he wore some Versace suit and Louis V shoes? Yeah right. Who does he think created the polymer that made those materials so damned special, huh? The designer? Damned egotistical brats. "If you ask me, I'd say it was move-like. Twighlight Zone... they actually had a show just like this." She rubbed her nose and set her fork on her plate, all that food was gone already.

"Life is about variety, anyway. I'm sure we'll all live with the different... sorts." She smirked at hot-guys comments. She liked him, mostly. Not jsut cuz he was hot. Mostly, but not completely. "Social experiment. They want you to kill each other, right? So being different will make you prone to get annoyed at someone and send them off the damned island. Which we aren't doing, kiddos. So get your emotions in check."

She smirked at Anthony's comment, "Ever heard the whole 'nerds do it better', slogan? And then, the one about cougars? I inspired those." Oh snap, Jamie's got

Jamie almost choked on air at Judas' comment, score for her thinking she looked good. If hot-ness thought so, it pretty much had to be true. "Glasses, one. Jocks, nothing." She again aimed her retort at Ant. Nice try, trying to one-up the hottest nerd in the room. Although she was the only female one, who was counting?

She stared at Gil getting up first, because that did not compute. At all. She would've thought he would be heading under a tbale, or you know, behind her like the geeks tend to do in movies. "Uhh..." Hm. She could either go help Superboy, or nab his roast. Meat. Greeting newbie. Meeeeat, greeting newbie. She did both, instead. Indecisiveness was great.

"Oh, yeah. Rule number one, do not try to leave. Rule number two, do not hurt each other. Number three, do not break anything!" She recited this as close to the woman's voice as possible, which was pretty bland. She was finishing that awesome piece of roast that Gil had left behind, and twilring her laser-pen in her hand. "It'll seem less freaky after you finish spazzing."

Jamie groaned and rubbed her head, "What the hell..." She wasn't in the Resting Room, last time she checked. And certainly not so close faced to certain males in the room. Which was slightly unnerving, giving the fact that she had no idea what had gone on before she got here. She sat up and scratched her arm, glancing about the room. "They gassed us, again. What are we, two? We need gas to fall asleep? Really?" She complained, looking down at her side. Mr. Hawtness was right there. And asleep, no less. She totally could've 'accidentally' fallen asleep on him for the heck of it, but she was more concerned with why they were moved.

She heard the slightest of voices, but naturally assumed she was either hearing things, or someone was talking in their sleep. She stood up on her little mat, which was pretty nicely colored, and clapped her hands as loud as she could. "Wakey wakey kiddos! We've got... stuff to do. I'm sure." Ick, she felt gross. She needed to bathe. And be in clean clothes. Freaking prison, sucked.

Jamie quirked her brow at the entire, cuddly, thing. That was just, odd. Or maybe it wasn't giving the fact that the girl had hit on her within five minutes of seeing her. Or at least she thought she did, she knew very little about women besides herself. Her brothers were to thank for that. "Err.... Yeah. Because, we have, stuff. To do. Like I said." Okay, that was not in her head, there was something moving around somewhere. And she swore to computers in general that if it were a rat, someone was getting jumped on to keep her feet off the ground. "Does anybody else hear that? Or am I already going insane?"

She stretched herself and glanced at Belle, and then down at Judas. "And, the gas. They've done it once before, I think. I guess we have an unspoken curfew they have to uphold."

Jamie had a rather large and complicated brain lapse with all the hubub of the moment, she started to walk out with Kacie, but then she heard Belle. Who sounded pretty damned frantic, she silently prayed that there were no rats. She just hated rats, stupid things. "Ohkay I'll go do that." She moved throught the cafeteria, and into the kitchen, quirking her brow as far as it could go when saw saw the sparce amount of food in the cabinets. "What the hell?"

She proceeded to look at the note, "Whoa... wait. What? We didn't do anything, did we?" She asked, rummaging through what they were left with. She could manage that... if everyone wasn't planning on gaining any weight for the next few weeks. Or you know, not opposed to losing half of it. "Well, we're... screwed. To put it simply." And she thought she could handle being the 'Mom' of the group. This was about to turn into a birthday party without Fluffy the Clown. Children hated the flaky clown, they were even worse when they missed snack time.

Jamie frowned at Belle, she was taking this alittle more harshly than Jamie was. Mostly because Jamie almost never got mad, or sad, or anything of the sort. She liked to remain indifferent unless it was something positive. "Hey, its a test. Everything is a test, y'know? We're like... lab... bunnies." That probably wasn't very reassuring, because generally the lab bunnies died of some genetic testing that was not so closely monitored as it should have been.

But really, she didn't know what they had done. Nothing ot her knowledge was disobeyed. They weren't trying to hurt each other, nobody was breaking anything... unless you counted the little spork she broke in her mild flirtation with Gil the day before. But a spork? You take food, over a spork? That would be completely unresonable. But they weren't very reasonable, either, since they'd kidnapped everyone and all. She was actually feeling pretty overwhelmed herself, which caused her to pace, mubmling her mantras to herself.

She glanced up at Belle again, "Okay. Just, we are not telling them anything. Because they will freak out. We'll just... uh.." Lie. Lie their pretty little asses off, is what they were gonna do. "Okay, we'll just say we need to cut back to save things. New people, less food, right? Perfect excuse. And in the meanwhile, we can figure out why this just happened." She let out a heavy exhale, this was going to be harder than she thought. "Just, don't freak out on me, Belle. You're proabbly the most sane and normal person here, at this point." Gil was adorably cute, but he was seriously personphobic. Judas was probably so high off his own smoke that he didn't even care. Kyle hated her guts, pretty much. Kacie flirted and... well yeah she just liked flirting. And then, Eric was sort of stuck up. Belle was the only person she could talk to without needing to headwall.

Nuffin to see here.

"Eh, I know. Beans are... meaty. Sort of." Hopefully the left sme fungi, mushrooms did well in the place of meat. Especially when your brother deems the house hold vegitarian land, and you can't actually have a steak without being lectured for hours about killing the poor animals. She immediately murmured 'Aw, crap' at the sight of people. This was like being caught with your skirt in your tights. Or something like that. She wasn't very up-to-date with those sort of sayings.

Jamie gave Kacie a thumbs up, in reassurance with Belle's story. "Yeah, it was nothing. just a black plastic bag, actually. Nothing to worry about." Thankfully there actually was a black plastic bag in there, she'd assumed it was for the garbage. Pretty neat story, huh? She wanted to high-five Belle so bad right now, but instead she closed the door and heaved a sigh. "Alright, now what can we make that looks like its a lot of food?" Veggies weren't quite the breakfast food... And neither were beans. "My brother used to make, like, this spread out of veggies. For toast, and then that and cereal. It'd.... make for a decently filling meal, no?"

Jamie sat up on the counter and crossed her legs at the ankles, omelettes were good. It wasn't dinner time, so maybe the mushrooms could wait. She drew random shapes on the wall with the laser of her pen, thinking about how this was going to work out. Syrup? They could make syrup... if they had a tree. She glanced at Belle, and then at the counter again. "Hm." That was about all she had to say just then.

Oh, right, Of course, another person. These people just loved screwing them over, didn't they? "Alright, omelettes it is. Fluff 'em up like they are frigging clouds, mmkay? They need not know we are low on food. People will get angry... or die.." Literally. But that would suck. She had a massive headache now. This was just awesome, this was.

Orca. If there was one thing that made Jamie feel like she was in high school again, it was her hair. She used to be carrot-top, Anne of Green Gables, Sharpie. And so she had dyed her hair fire-engine red. It fit her, made her stand out. But it looked weird to her when it wasn't its full vibrancy. She kept dragging her fingers through it, it was bone straight, because of the weight of the water. It looked stylish, yes, but it was a bit dull.

She was sitting and looking at the cafeteria, not really noticing anything. Until Judas moved, and went into the kitchen. Ohshit! He was in the kitchen! She stood and more or less high-tailed her butt in there, "What'cha doing?" She was positive he had already seen the sparce food, but she was going to make sure he didn't say a word about it. She had taken off her plaid shirt, leaving her in a white a-line tank that didn't do much to cover certain areas, or leave her looking like a straight up-and-down stick. She was grown.... she hadn't lept her nerdy-girl body.

Jamie was more focused on saving-face than looking at the whole, sex god package, in front of her. She leaned against the threshold of the door, someone had done something and she wasn't sure who it was. She was going to try her best to find out, but that wouldn't be easy. For now she was gonna take the fault, because that's what Room Mothers did. "I tried to break the uh...." What could she possibly have said that wouldnot sound stupid? "The uhm, shower. I figured if I could get the shower head off, it would make a decent blunt object for if and when one of those jerks came inside..."

Nice cover, Jamie. You, the nerd girl, fighting for the masses. Of course they don't know you can probably kick their asses sideways, but they will assume you are a weakling. She eyed him a little less modestly, good grief the guy was hot. And she didn't even describe living things as hot on a refular basis, unless you actually were hot. With heat. Not seriously hot, freaking, fudge pudding sexiness. And that was what he was. Forget tall drink of water while you are stranded in a desert. He was a fudge chocolate pudding of sexiness, baited onto the end of a stick for a celibate. She realized she probably looked really odd, standing there with her head cocked to the side, biting her lip and staring at him. So she averted her eyes to his face, which wasn't all that bad looking either.

"I, am gonna ration. yuo know, its my thing. I would just prefer if this weren't.... a common knowledge matter, ya know? Might get me kicked out faster." She smiled and moved her fingers through her bangs again, easing her way closer to him. "Erm... you said crackers, right?"

Yes. This was a bribe.