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Caliban 'Cal' Leandros (aupheling) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-13 04:11:00

Entry tags:

cal leandros, needy lesnicki

Who: Cal & Open
Where: Park near the apartments
When: Early Wednesday, Jan 13th
Warnings: Possible, will update as necessary.

The dreams had come back, and that was enough to get him running again, as if he could leave them behind somehow. It hadn't worked yet but that didn't stop him from trying. They would have been nightmares to anyone else, but to Cal they were familiar enough that they could almost be called old friends. If it weren't for the fact that they still terrified him, but on a much deeper level now that he knew, at least in part, what he was capable of.

The first thing he'd done that morning, after sun-up, though it was hard to tell with all the cloud cover, was to put on his shoes, grab his jacket, and start running, even before breakfast. He'd made it to the park in ten minutes, a trip that even at a run usually took him at least fifteen. That was one of the things that was bothering him, that there was nothing wrong with his brain, but he kept having the dreams, he could move faster than he had before, with that same easy lope that the Auphe had, smooth and easy like a striking snake.

He'd already made three laps of the park and was partway through a third, finally starting to slow to a normal pace, starting to tire, if only a little. His jacket was tied around his waist, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved tee, even in the cold, his hair was in disarray since he hadn't bothered to tie it back before he'd bolted, he'd head back soon enough, he was going to try another lap or two to either tire himself sufficiently, or manage to outrun the dreams still nagging at the back of his mind.

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hellisagirl
2010-06-14 07:11 am UTC (link)

Cal wasn't the only card-carrying member of the Nightmare Club, Needy had been in it since she figured out exactly what was up with her former BFF. But it wasn't nightmares that had her up early, not this time at least. Once you started having them enough nightmares sort of became a non-issue, even when they were about your friends getting eaten. Or butchering a rock band.

But that band deserved it, so whatever. Needy kinda liked doing that.

What had her up was the fact that something just felt kinda off lately. She wasn't sure what it was, especially since it wasn't all the time, but it was sort of like back in the day when she could tell what Jennifer was feeling. But Jennifer was dead. She was dead and she hadn't shown up in Lawrence. Hopefully. Okay, so there were people being eaten. But Jennifer always left behind like... blood and torn up pieces of people and everything. She never ate an entire person.

Skinny bitch.

Really, Needy just felt she needed to clear out her head, and a walk in the cold morning air seemed like just the thing for it. So she had bundled up appropriately and headed out, not paying much of any attention where she was headed. Once she found herself in the park she headed over to a bench by the path and plopped down, pulling her feet up to sit indian style. Maybe she should start meditating again or something. She did that when she was in the asylum, after all.

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aupheling
2010-06-14 07:19 am UTC (link)

He'd also heard the reports of people being eaten, and his second thought was Auphe, his first, of course was a Boggle, but there weren't any remains, not besides the skeletons, and neither the Auphe nor the boggles would leave that sort of souvenir, the Auphe might leave limbs, or leave bodies and take the heads, and Boggles would definitely leave limbs, maybe even whole bodies.

Cal was surprised that anyone was at the park at that hour, he'd only come across a couple of people even more dedicated to a morning jog than he was, and he'd passed them up, a couple times already. He was almost right on her before he realized who it was, slowing to a more normal pace, only just edging up on breathless then, four times around and still ready to go again, "Hey. What are you doing out here?" It could have been an accusation, but from him it was just curiosity, brow furrowing as he dragged a hand through his hair, trying to sort it into some semblance of order.