Who: John and Dominique
What: John is silly
Where: Grounds
When: Sunday
Rating: TBD


There weren't many things John would admit to being afraid of, but if there was one thing, it was pogrebins. They follow people around, infusing them with a sense of hopelessness until the human collapses, at which point the pogrebin attempts to devour them. The Pogrebin resembles a grey rock with a small hairy body and it hides by crouching down and pretending to be nothing but a harmless stone.

Normally, this wasn't much of a problem, but every once in a while, John got a bit on the paranoid side. Every once in a while, he could swear a stone had moved, that it was getting closer when he turned his head to glance at it. Today was one such occasion, and John had looked over his shoulder four times already, sure that the rock (which was, in fact, not moving at all) was staying the same distance from him no matter how far he went.

Frowning, John picked up his pace to a fast walk, and finally into a run, glancing over his shoulder one last time only to smash into something- or rather, someone. His hands instantly shot out to prevent the poor person from falling, and he found his arms around a familiar slim waist as he looked up to see her blonde hair. "Dom. Hey. Sorry," he said with an embarrassed laugh.