Teresa Alexandra Carter (reincarnatedgal) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-05 14:20:00 |
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Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Who: Kir and Teresa
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Monday Afternoon, 1/3
Teresa had a bad night sleeping. She kept having dreams about fire, and burning, and her burning, and carving off faces...and, when she got out of her bed, she knew immediately that she wasn't going to school that day. Her parents wouldn't let her stay home just because she'd had bad dreams all night, so, as soon as she left home, she instead heading to Chloe's Sugar Shack so that she could try and stay awake all day as well, sipping on what was probably her third cup of coffee, at least, and reading through a book that she was supposed to read for her English class, but she was starting to get so jittery from all the caffeine that she couldn't focus anymore. She was definitely taking something to sleep tonight, though. She didn't want to do this two nights in a row.
Kirsten, the cheeky thing that she was, decided to to take today off of school. Not that she was sick, mind you. What she was, however, was exceptionally bored. She was actually ahead of her classwork and had even gone as far as to do stuff for extra credit. While she usually came off as goofy and overly hyperactive (which did go a ways to explain why she was walking into the Sugar Shack right this second), she was actually astonishingly bright. The only trouble there was that she didn't usually show it. She ordered herself an Iced Coffee and, spotting Theresa, plopped down in the seat opposite her. "Now, this is the part where I'd like to try to blackmail you for being out of class, but: oops. So'm I, so I guess that doesn't work."
Teresa looked up and Kirstin and chuckled. "Well, I couldn't stand the idea of going to school today after sleeping so little last night, so I figured that I'd come here and try to stay awake and do some work." She propped up her head on her hand and looked at Kirstin. "Why are you skipping?"
"Eh, I knew that I'd be bored today. Figured I'd go out and have some fun." Another reason people didn't think much of her intelligence level, surely. "Which book are you reading? I could probably help you, if you want. Or at least summarize it, since I doubt you're focusing much."
"Not really focusing at all," Teresa admitted, marking her spot and shutting the book. "It's Fahrenheit 451. Gotta read it for my English class." Oh so fun, by the way.
"Right. Well, unless you want to commit suicide in the next twenty minutes, this is what you do." Kirsten took the book from her and tossed it over her shoulder, pretending to wipe her hands clean. Luckily no one was behind her, but then, she knew that. "I cannot think of a more depressing book to read in my life."
Teresa laughed as Kirstin tossed the book away. "You know, I was already thinking of doing that myself," she said with a smile. It had not exactly been an enjoyable read, after all.
Kirsten laughed. "Well, I guess you can call me the Devil on your shoulder then... except, y'know, a hot teenager sitting across from you, rather than on your shoulder." She didn't lack in self esteem, did she? "You're Teresa, right?"
"Either works, honestly," Teresa told her. "Yeah. And I believe you're Kirstin, right?"
"Yupyupyup!" The teenager bounced goofily in her seat. Apparently it didn't take much sugar to get her going. "Do you usually have trouble sleeping?"
"Only in the last year or so," Teresa admitted. "Been having funky dreams the past year or so and I don't know where they are coming from." She wasn't even a horror movie fan.
"Hrmh. That's interesting. Don't take offense or anything, but have you considered seeing a shrink?" It had helped with her... transition, after all. Not that Teresa needed to know that.
"I already do. He thinks I just have an overactive imagination," Teresa said with a sigh, taking another sip of her coffee. "If I watched horror movies or read stuff like Anne Rice, I might be inclined to agree, but I don't, so I don't get where this stuff is coming from."
"Wow, that's really a stumper," Kirsten replied, actually scratching her head for thought. "Do you actually believe in all of that Anne Rice stuff though?" If she did, at least Kir would have something to go on, if not... that made it a little harder.
Teresa actually shrugged. "Before last year, I'd have said no...but these dreams...they're so real and scary. It's nothing that I'd come up with on my own, you know?"
Kirsten moved her mouth to the side thoughtfully, before getting up and grabbing Teresa's book for her, since she was the one that tossed it away and then sat back down, handing it to her. "Okay, well. You're gonna think I'm odd for suggesting this, but... have you ever gone to that magic shop not far from here? I'm not saying announce your problems to everyone you meet, or anything, but they might provide you with an alternative that your doc hasn't thought of."
"I haven't, but I know where it is," Teresa said. "You think someone there might have an idea as to why I'm dreaming such creepy crap?" she asked.
"It doesn't hurt to try, I think. I mean, I've been in there a few times." For dreams, as well, remarkably. Although she knew why she was having bad dreams. She had a dreamcatcher over her bed most nights, unless she was over at Macha's, or it was the night of the full moon and the two nights surrounding it, of course. "The woman that owns the place is nice." She'd almost said 'hot'. Looks like she was working on that verbal filter after all!
"No, it really can't hurt to try," Teresa agreed. "Glad to hear that the person who runs it is nice, though." For all she knew, it was run by crazy goths or something.
"Yeah. No getting locked in a cage for YOU." Kir, on the other hand, got locked in a cage several times a month. Obviously what she was talking about was in reference to something else, though. "If you need someone to come with, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to help."
Teresa arched an eyebrow at that statement. "Cages, huh?" she asked simply. "And don't worry. I'll probably be coming back to you with loads of questions." Question one: cage?