Bailey Kinlan (soldierofsass) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-12 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | bailey kinlan, dahlia thomas |
Covering Bases
Characters: Bailey, open
When: Thursday, around 2 AM
Location: Around the cabins, then meandering toward the lake maybe.
Warnings/Rating: Language because Bailey
Summary: Being the brotherly type, Bailey decides to at least check the lake before going to bed. Just in case.
Status: Open, ongoing
Before the cat had started bugging him for dinner, Bailey had spent most of the evening trying to recreate what he'd done to his phone by accident. Concentrating hadn't done much more than strain his beleaguered brain, which he gave up on after a while. Even with all the lights off, his eyes had still been strained earlier in the day despite his sunglasses. He was building up to a whopper of a migraine at this rate and was in none too pleasant of a mood when he took a break for food. When he'd gotten back, he'd practiced some more with a little result as long as he concentrated and gestured violently enough at the litter he'd pilled in the fireplace.
Now he'd had time for the aforementioned damned cat to get his attention, to discover Alex missing, and get himself thoroughly pissed off at Dahlia's roommate. It was probably a combination of everything, he told himself. So he took a deep breath, sent Dahlia a message and resisted saying anything else to her roommate, and stepped outside.
He really didn't know what it was about her being missing that bugged him. Alex probably was drinking hot chocolate with a friend and hadn't bothered to check back with him. He wasn't her keeper. And it wasn't like he knew anyone here all that well. The way things worked was still rather beyond his scope of understanding just yet. Bailey did know that the idea of zombies didn't sit well with him, though. And he knew that despite doing his damnedest to laugh it all off, the previous week had really gotten under his skin.
Terror wasn't generally an emotion that sank claws into him that often.
It was something he'd have to get used to if he quit, he reminded himself. His luck had turned to shit now, despite having a good run of it until now.
Shaking his head to himself, Bailey scanned the area for any movement, half looking for Dahlia and half keeping an eye out for any of Otis's nightmare birds.
Or bats. Would bats be a thing?
Filing that away as something he never wanted to ponder over again, Bailey squinted, trying to see into the deeper shadows. The clouds were making it even darker out than usual. He could see better than he could have once upon a time, but it was still extremely dim out. Missing something wasn't completely out of the question for him. To make matters worse, it had gotten foggy sometime in the evening. Night vision wasn't much help where that was concerned.
Bailey snorted, shaking his head and stopping near the correct cabin (maybe?) to wait for Dahlia.
Maybe this was a lost cause. But it was a chance to get some practice in with seeing at night, he guessed.