Johnny Dalton (wander_darkstar) wrote in therefuge_rp, @ 2011-05-15 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | orion, seajay, week one |
Week One -- Friday -- September 6th
Who: Seajay and Orion
When: Friday night
Where: Their camp outside of town
What: Things aren’t as they seem.
Status: In progress
Rating: TBD
After Orion and Seajay’s trip into town on Wednesday and Seajay’s safe solo trip around the lake on Thursday afternoon, they’d decided that they’d move into town on Saturday. Some of their supplies were getting low and it was time for them to get their dog and pony show on the road again. They’d spent Friday practicing their routine and getting things ready for their move so by the time they laid down to sleep they were all pretty exhausted. Seajay was always extra nervous the night before they went officially into a new town and drew a crowd to their little song and dance.
He laid in his sleeping bag, petting Star who’d laid down beside him. He could barely see the outline of Orion who was taking his shirt off and getting ready for bed on the other side of the dying fire. He sighed and rolled over to try and sleep, but his worry about what the next day might bring faded slowly into reassuring thoughts of his friends, and then only to Orion.
He awoke hours later in a bed. A real bed. He sat up with a start, his fingers clutching real sheets and a comforter that fell to his waist. The room was dark, but he was in a small bedroom and he could barely make out a bookshelf, a nightstand and other normal things that the moonlight streaming in through the window revealed. He sat there for a moment, trying to get his bearings. It felt like he should still be back at their camp near the lake, but then things sort of came back to him. They’d found a house to stay in in town and that was where he was. It was enough to get him to lie back on the mattress for the moment, but he couldn’t manage to get back to sleep and so he got up and walked out into the hallway that lead into the living room.
Everything looked so familiar to him, almost too familiar, like he was pretty sure that the couch he sat down on was the same one his parents had had back in Denver. He was just tired. He put his head in his hands and tried to snap out of it. Soft footsteps from down the hall made him lift his head and look back over the couch only to see a shirtless Orion step into the living room, rubbing his eyes.