Georgie didn't even wait for Jess and the hand-made vessel when he grabbed the umbrella, opened it and ran out of the house, allowing it to be his shield from the precipitation. He hadn't even waited for his brother, or any of his friends, to say their farewells. She accused it on how he couldn't contain his excitement. Of course, he had to bring the very doll he named the boat after with him. It was only fair, Jesse guessed. She figured, he may have wanted to introduce his friend to the wonders of paper boat sailing.
Jesse had to sprint a little to keep up with the boy, holding the ship under the poncho as a means to prevent it from getting to soaked. The rain was about the same as before- relatively light compared to how it could be, but enough to cause a miniature version of a river on the road to sail down and puddles on the sidewalk. Eventually, she caught up with the 7-year-old and started walking calmly at his side, which was a much calmer way of movement compared to his little skip-like motion.
Jesse was almost glad it was raining. While birds singing and other kids playing outside often provided enough sound for her not to feel nervous, the rain provided a constant, almost melodious tune to it, like a song that most are just unable to hear and appreciate. That, and if it wasn't for the rain, she wouldn't be out here with Georgie.
"Here's good!" Georgie said, slowing to a stop near the start of one of the river lookalikes alongside the road.
"Alrighty..." Jesse responded, carefully lowering the boat down, letting it glide across the water as if it were no different then a real ship sailing across the seven sea's. They maintained a steady pace while they watched it, but Jesse couldn't ignore Georgie quietly cheering it on and urging it to avoid the sewer drains.
"..because its fun, pen." she could hear the younger Denbrough whisper to his doll. A motherly smile tugged its way through. It wasn't peculiar how he was talking to the doll- if anything, it just proved her earlier point about how pure he was. The only thing Jess found off, (and on its own, it was really minor), was how he didn't make the doll talk to him by throwing his voice in some way. All he did was respond, as if it were a one-way conversation, or if the doll were talking to him telepathically.
"..look, there, that's the same drain! do you see it?" the little boy whispered again, only to get no response from the toy in his arms. She assumed he meant it as in it was the same drain he meet the clown in originally, when he returned the 'S.S Georgie' to him after it fell into the sewers under Derry. That's according to his origin story, anyway.
"No- nOoO-" Georgie suddenly said out loud as he broke into a slight sprint, catching Jess off guard. While she was watching him, it turned out the S.S Penny was dangerously close to going into the drain. She began mentally scolding herself for having diverted her focus for such a long period of time.
Just as she was about to step in as an attempt to prevent it, to her utmost surprise, the boat began to divert away from it on its own, going against the current, which she knew wasn't natural. While it was for sure some form of miracle, something felt off about it- a strange feeling in the air. While she barely even noticed it, it faded away from existence once the vessel began its regular course on the other side.
"..thanks penny.." murmured the little boy, giving a look of genuine gratitude to the clown doll. But she knew it had nothing to do with that. How could it? It was an inanimate toy. It having been the cause of that went against every sense of logic she knew; physics, reality, so on.
She could've sworn at the dolls sewn-in, toothy grin grew a little wider, like it was able to sense her disbelief and saw amusement in it. But that was just ridiculous- an optical illusion or trick of the mind was much more plausible.
Maybe it was a hallucination...did that mean she was going insane? She better not be. Mental problems look horrible on a resume to be a psychologist.
Still, she released a breath she hadn't even realized she toke in the form of a sigh of relief. However, outside of the rain falling from the clouds above, the two made little sound... she decided to change that. That was, until Georgie beat her to the punch.
"Me and Pen really liked your lunch, Jessie!" the kid stated, a very zestful and enthusiastic expression accompanying him.
"..Thanks, Georgie. I'm glad you did." the 12-year-old replied, glancing over at him with a genuine smirk on her face. He always managed to find a way to make her feel better, even when he wasn't trying.
She pushed the thoughts aside for later... or perhaps she could go ahead and ask him now, while the time was right? When else might she get the opportunity? Worse case scenario would be she makes Georgie laugh his socks off. So, with those odds, she toke the risk.
"Hey, Georgie..?" she questioned, looking over to meet his gaze.
"Yeah?" he asked, but she found it a tad strange he wasn't trying to make sure the boat didn't end up in the sewers. He could be naïve at times, but he wasn't a moron. He'd try and make sure the mistake didn't happen a second time. What she didn't take note of, however, was that the doll kept facing the boat, even when Georgie had turned to face her.
"...Why'd you thank Penny?"
His eyes seemed to widen a little at that the inquiry, as if it surprised him. But then... he looked down at the doll, with one eyebrow raised- like he was unsure and confused about what the doll said.
She could even hear him mumble "..really?" to himself, but it wasn't with sarcasm. If anything, it was with enjoyment, like he was hoping to hear... whatever he was hearing say that phrase or.. again, whatever he heard.
"..Georgie." She calmly stated, unaware of how her features hardened into a slight scowl and grimace as if it was a demand. She didn't appreciate it when she was ignored or shrugged aside. She never had.
"..Penny says he wants to introduce himself to you, Jessie! In person! Isn't that great?"
