InsaneJournal

Cloudy.
Who: Erik and Sasha
When: afternoon
Where: West District
Warnings: language? IDK. Will update if needed!

Everyone in town was talking about the Otherworld virtual reality thing, but Erik was completely uninterested. At least for the moment; if his team wanted to go together, he probably wouldn't have said no. But he wasn't curious enough about it to go by himself. He had a day off today, and he'd spent it running until he almost couldn't feel his extremities. At least the weather had been cooperative. Post-rain, it was cool and cloudy and damp.

The coolness hadn't stopped him from perspiring. He'd been running for a couple of hours, and he actually looked as if he'd been rained on. His hair, short though it was, and clothes were soaked through, and his muscles felt like springs that were about to snap. It was Erik's way to push himself until he couldn't go anymore. Not especially healthy from any standpoint, but there was nobody in close enough proximity to him on a daily basis to know the kinds of things he did. Everything he pushed down inside himself had to come out some way, and he supposed that was it. Not that he consciously thought about it all that much.

There was a bench outside the drugstore, and he'd seated himself on one end of it, his mostly empty water bottle held loosely in one hand. People passed by, and a few looked askance at him, but he didn't make any effort to engage anyone. He was going to sit until he felt capable of getting on the train to go home. Seemed simple enough.