Chris Argent (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} argentum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2020-12-09 15:25:00 |
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What: It's them being them, okay?
When: Early Wednesday morning
Where: By the river
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
Chris had weird sleeping habits sometimes. Namely that he didn't always sleep much. It'd catch up to him one of these days, he was sure, but when his time was split between work, Guardian duty, and vague attempts at a social life? He'd roll with it. Nobody ever said he wasn't a workaholic. Well, they hadn't been serious about it, anyway.
Or at least hadn't made that mistake again.
His shift with Jill had been uneventful, much as it always was. He wasn't going to always count on that, though; the one time he did would be the one time something actually happened, and he'd promised years ago to keep the young woman safe.
It wasn't even sunrise yet, maybe an hour or so beforehand, but he hadn't felt like going home yet. Nothing was wrong, he just had the urge to wander. That urge was how he wound up by the river, not thinking about much of anything -- and keeping track of almost everything. Where things were, where sounds were coming from, all of it. Just one of the many things he'd been conditioned to while young -- and one of the few out of all those things that'd actually proven to be helpful in any kind of healthy way.
He had issues, alright?
But it was those issues that'd trained him to know when somebody was approaching.