Jace Gale (bloodcalling) wrote in lastexit, @ 2015-05-05 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week one, #incomplete, cassie harper, hugo auberjonois |
Who: Cassie & Hugo
Where: The Mudhouse
When: Saturday morning, 6am-ish (8/1)
Warnings: Language, nothing worse.
Somewhere inside Cassie, there was a young woman who wanted nothing more than to sleep until noon every single day. This young woman who got as much sleep as she wanted, however, had never seen the light of day (and not just because she'd slept through it.) As much as she longed to sleep in sometimes, Cassie's eyes popped open at about five o'clock every morning, with or without an alarm. For as long as she could remember, she had taken advantage of this early rising by being a runner.
Running was one of those things that was best early in the morning. Besides, at that hour no one questioned how messy her ponytail was or whether or not she was wearing makeup. And since she'd moved to Last Exit, she'd learned quickly that the hours she spent half in the dark every morning were the coolest hours of the day, and thus the least likely to give her a heat-stroke in the middle of her run.
The other thing she'd learned since moving to Last Exit is that the lady who did the cooking at the Reve was not a morning person. Going somewhere else for her morning coffee (and maybe a pastry, because the smells from the bakery could have pulled her cartoon-style along by the nose) was basically self-preservation. That morning was the first time she had stopped by, fresh from her run in shorts and a racer-back tank, her earbuds wrapped around the back of her neck, hair pulled up into a high ponytail. The moment she opened the door, she breathed deeply – caffeine and yeast, her idea of Heaven.