Catty Turner is cute as a cat. (fallengoddess) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-24 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | catty turner, richie gecko |
WHO Richie Gecko and Catty Turner.
WHAT. Falling out of the sky and meeting someone new!
WHEN. Saturday 8/22 Afternoon
WHERE. Park
WARNINGS. None?
STATUS. COMPLETE.
Ever since the dream, there had been a lot on Richie's mind. A part of him wondering what in the hell would happen to him and his brother. Could jobs fire you for whatever in the hell was in your dreams? Dreams that consisted of breaking people out of jail (his brother, for instance), robbing stores, holding people at gun point and taking out a ranger.
The hardest part of it all was waking up with a fucking hole in the middle of his hand, where the ranger had gotten a shot off before dying. A hole that went clean through his hand leaving a big gaping hole. On top of that, there was her voice too. Even if he had no clue who in the hell she was. Here? He's hoping that the voice doesn't show up or persist. If it did, he would happily lock himself up.
Heading to the park had seemed the best course of action. It would let him get whatever all of this was out of his head. What he doesn't expect? To end up on his ass because of some strange girl who had just seemingly fallen out of the sky on him.
Just because Catty could time travel didn’t mean she should do it as frequently as she’s been. But Catty was far too curious for her own good. She wanted better control, to be able to actually use it. In the dreams she’s been using her power as long as she could remember and the only way for her to get better was to practice. She was constantly telling that to Vanessa in the dreams.
Staring down at her watch, she watched as the hands started moving backwards. Fast. She was sucked into the tunnel as her room disappeared around her. The tunnel was pitch black and the air was thick but she didn’t mind it. Her mind wandered for a split second and she was falling out of the tunnel, landing on top of someone who unintentionally broke her fall.
“Sorry...I’m so...sorry,” Catty blurted out, scrambling to her feet.
Honestly, Richie wasn't in the mood for whatever in the hell this was. The dreams were bad enough. Someone falling out of the sky was just crazy. The whole damn town was crazy, as far as he was concerned. Maybe crazy didn't cover it.
His hand, unfortunately, hurt like a bitch. Even as he gets up and brushes himself off. We're sure that there's an air about him. Almost dangerous, even if he didn't see himself that way. His dream self was dangerous. Far as he was concerned his dream self was downright crazy, and a liar.
"Where exactly did you even come from? Other than falling out of the sky somehow."
Crazy didn’t cover it. He wasn’t exactly wrong there. Catty often wondered the same thing. The network was proof that a lot of weird things happened in Orange County. None of it made sense but Catty didn’t exactly question anything even though she probably should.
How was she going to answer his question? Tell the truth and if he wasn’t one of the many dreamers running around Orange County? She’d probably just come off as sassy. If he was...it couldn’t seem that shocking, could it?
“The future?” Catty offered in explanation. It was the truth. Glancing down at her watch, she checked her current time. “About two hours from now to be exact.”
Not questioning things was probably the worst possible thing that they could do. In fact, ignorance wasn't always bliss. It would find a way to worm into your subconscious and mess with your head, if not careful. Something he had no intention of allowing.
He watches her, almost expectantly, when the silence fills the air. It wasn't a silence that bothered him any. Even if he wasn't a fan of the lack of noise. Something that most seemed to enjoy. Though, right now? The silence was a bit welcoming. Especially after the dream.
That has the youngest Gecko brother raising a brow," From two hours into the future? I've heard of strange things that happen to people in this city. But time travel?"
Catty shifted her weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting with the moon amulet that hung around her neck. For something so recent in her life it meant a great deal to her. When he finally spoke he didn’t seem all that surprised at the activity that went on in this county.
“I was supposed to go back twelve hours. Not two. Still a pretty new concept to me too,” she admitted. “Can’t be much stranger than a blizzard in July, right?”
Another one of those weird things that just happened here. Catty had never actually gotten to play in the snow before so it was one of those stranger things that she didn’t mind.
“Dreamer?” she asked, since he didn’t outright call her crazy.
"Why twelve hours?"
That seemed oddly specific. What was so damn good about twelve hours into the future? Or maybe there was another time traveler somewhere around the city. One that she was supposed to meet. "Actually, time travel is a bit weirder than snow in July."
Weird had been her dropping out of the sky onto him, yes. Though, he did give a bit of a nod at her question. "Yeah, dreamer. Only the one, but they're still pretty messed up."
“Control. It’s new. In my dreams I have a lot of control over my ability. Bouncing forward or back in time. I’m just practicing,” Catty explained to him. “The landings though? My dream self never manages to figure them out either.” The landings were always rough, ending with her falling out of the tunnel. “I suppose it is. Just one of the many weird things here.”
“What are yours about?” Catty asked, almost immediately. Her curiosity always getting the better of her. “If you want to say, I mean. Weirder than a time traveling alien?”
So she was learning control over her abilities. Had to be an interesting one to have. It made him wonder, a bit, about her dream self. Even if it made no sense for someone who had control to lack it, so to speak. One would think that the landings would come with the control. Or the practice. He wasn't going to think about it, since it was giving him a bit of a headache.
"Now, see, I'm not sure that I'd want to say," he tells her with a small smile. "It might paint me in a bad light and I'd rather a dream not do something like that."
The landings were always rough for her dream self. Falling out of the tunnel and back into time. Her dream self has practiced for more than half her life with no changes in the landing. Control with the ability has grown quite a lot. Being able to pinpoint what time she wanted to travel to. The focus she needed to have. There was still so much she didn’t know and she was sure she was the minority in Orange County who wanted more dreams.
“Well, unless you really are dream you. I don’t think anyone can...well, should think any differently of someone for what they dream. It’s not like we get a choice in the matter.”
There were few that Richie had seen, those who talked about being like their dream selves. Some saying that they'd never be like them. Something that he couldn't even fathom the idea of. He didn't want to be painted as the bad guy. As someone who could hurt someone else. Or rob a bank.
"I'm nothing like my dream self. Nor will I ever be. The ones who are happy with those, that's fine. Me? I want nothing to do with it."
Whether a person got decent dreams or ones that seemed more like nightmares. dreams were a roll of the dice. Seemingly at random. No rhyme or reason as far as anyone informed Catty. She was lucky and she knew it. She read network stories about people waking up with injuries, dreams bleeding over into the waking world.
Catty noted his emphasis, feeling as though he were one of the unlucky ones. One of the ones with dreams that were dark and troublesome.
“It would be nice if someone could figure out something to make that possible.” It would be nice to walk away from the dreams or take a break when it was too much. Until then, everyone just had to lean on each other to get through it. Or talk to the crazypants therapist roaming the network.
His whole family, which was only himself and Seth, seemed to get the bad end of the stick. As that saying went. Dreams that consisted of darkness. That had his brother talking about drinking himself silly, that kind of thing. Not that he'd ever want his big brother to ever do such a thing, but he couldn't stop him if he did.
"It would be nice. Unfortunately, something like that isn't possible," he states with a bit of a shrug. He does, however, give her a small smile. Her dreams, it seemed, were not that bad. Or maybe she just wasn't saying that they were. "You think you'll ever get control of it?"
“Not possible...or not possible yet?” she countered, grinning at him. Time travel was possible. Anything was.
“I think so. In the dreams I have pretty good control. Landings still always suck. But I’ve had like twelve years of practice to gain control. In the dreams I’m always using my powers. My best friend is always saying I shouldn’t.”
Catty and Vanessa differed there in the dreams. Catty saw it as more of a gift and Vanessa a curse. Freaks. Catty didn’t mind being different. She liked it even. She never really cared for other people’s opinions either. Made it a little easier for her than Vanessa.
"Possibly not yet."
Time travel was interesting. It made him wonder about a few things and maybe he'd have to look them up. Or talk to others about it. Not that he'd really want to do so. Catty had him thinking about a few different things. Maybe he'd pick Seth's brain for it.
"Well, I hope that you gain the control that you want, like in your dreams. I should go. Before my brother decides to worry his head off. It was a pleasure meeting you. And I hope that your landings get better."
“Thanks. I hope your dreams take a better turn.” It sounded like he really did not like his dreams and Catty genuinely hoped that they wouldn’t always be this way. “Me too! Hopefully I won’t drop down on you again! Nice meeting you too!” she said, heading off with a wave.