Who: Krissy and Open What: Sleepless nights When: Tonight Where: Rec room Warnings: Probably not, will change if necessary
Krissy wasn't sure if her new sleep schedule had something to do with how little she was sleeping when people were sick with the virus, but she was finding it more and more difficult to sleep like how she was supposed to. It wasn't for lack of trying, either; after things started going back to normal, she did her best to go back to sleeping in her own cell and even sticking to a relatively sensible routine throughout her day, it still didn't seem to work. She'd nap for a few hours before waking up randomly a couple of hours later, or she would just toss and turn until she was too restless to stay in bed.
Tonight it was the latter. She wasn't sure how long she just stayed in her cell, looking up at the ceiling in a failed attempt to sleep, but she had given up before the tossing and turning could even begin. There was no point in waiting, she already knew what was coming, so instead she just grabbed a thick notebook she kept in her backpack at all times, a packet of hot cocoa from her stash under her bed, and went to the kitchen. The prison was quiet, but Krissy barely noticed as she beelined towards the kitchen to prepare her hot chocolate. If anything, she was glad that no one saw her because she wasn't sure what she would answer if she was asked why she couldn't sleep. It wasn't like she knew, anyway - she just couldn't. And it wasn't like it was something to be concerned about, or at least she didn't think so, anyway. She just...couldn't sleep. It was more annoying than anything else.
Once she settled herself on a couch in the rec room, Krissy contemplated on maybe watching a movie or playing pool. Yeah, it was boring to do either of those things by herself, but at the same time she wasn't sure if she should bug anyone. Why should she make others suffer when it was her the one that couldn't sleep, after all. So, instead of sending a message to anyone of her friends, she opened the notebook she had pulled out of her backpack and started leafing through it.
The notebook had belonged to her father. Lee had started it years ago, even before she was born. Every hunter had one, he had told her when she was old enough to understand the importance behind it. It contained information on monsters and demons that he had encountered or heard about. It was, in essence, Krissy's legacy, but tonight... She wasn't sure why she was looking at it now, but she needed to. Seeing the old faded pages, the handwriting, it was oddly comforting and she found herself tracing each word as if it transported her back in time to when her father had written them. Not exactly because she was homesick, but...
Hell, she wasn't even sure.
Missing her father never got easier. The pain was less, and it wasn't as overwhelming as it used to be once upon a time, but she knew how to live with it now. Lee had once told her how one day she would write her own entries in the notebook, and that she would continue what he had once started, but some days she wasn't sure. Some days it felt like she was betraying him by not doing so, but she hoped that wherever he was that he'd be proud of what she was growing up to be. Life was messy and complicated in Everett, and there were days when she wasn't sure why in the hell they even bothered, but Lee Chambers had raised a spitfire that refused to go out without a fight. The scars on her shoulder from the witch attack showed it, so maybe he wouldn't be disappointed. Maybe he would be proud.
Sighing under her breath, she just continued reading the old entries while sipping on her hot cocoa. She wasn't sure if it would help her fall asleep, but at least it would give her something to do other than just tossing and turning in her cell.