never again. xx

[.blue]

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

Blue was jolted awake by a loud clank; thinking it was his dream, but just an old truck driving by in actuality. He took a minute to calm down a second, recollect himself, and wonder how the hell he could fall asleep on a park bench in the middle of Town Square - oh yeah, that's right, he was exhausted. That's why. It was overcast and his leather jacket was warm and cozy against the chill breeze; the constant hum of activity lulled him to sleep, and the terror that he shouldn't be sleeping out in the open woke him up.

Blue could feel the acid in his stomach rising; he was damn starving. Being a bounty hunter was a pain-in-the-ass job. You worked your ass off for a week; had to wrestle some really bad-ass guys to the ground; and then got paid next to nothing. So tragic. That and body-guarding were unfortunately the only things Blue was good at at the moment - due to his situation. He had just finished dropping off a guy at the courthouse and was on his way back to the school when the bench looked so appetizing. And here he was.

His dull sapphire eyes watched the people who walked by. Something extremely suspicious in his nature told him to do it; and he couldn't help it. Whether it was a furtive glance, or an outright stare, Blue's blues were always getting a workout. But his growling stomach brought his attention back to the issue at hand. Hunger. There were many little shops and restaurants along the square, but Blue was torn. He didn't have enough energy to put up with idiots, but felt that if he continued on to the school he would pass out for sure.

Dusting off the light amount of snow that had collected on his hat and jacket, Blue rose to his full height. Some place... quick. His black boots crunched against the soft powder; his whole being like a black fly on someone's white shirt. He spotted a little mom & pop type cafe not too far away, and dizzily strode over and entered. It was warm inside; a great fireplace at the back. Blue didn't realize just how cold it really was.

Paying for a bottled water and a sandwhich, Blue took his small meal and sat on the rug in front of the fire. What an odd little restaurant - there were more couches and foutons than chairs and tables. It was quite quiet inside, with no people around, which started to lull Blue to sleep once again. Almost nodding off, he shook himself away and continued to chow down; hoping a bit of carbs would help out.

[Aubree Sinclair]

Connected emotionally and physically to another’s feelings was a chore for Aubree, especially when one was emotionally connected to beings that weren’t present in the same state. She had awoken rather jostled that morning and felt the pain of depression shoot through her entire being. It was a complete annoyance to abruptly sit up in bed and wonder why the hell you felt as if death had ripped your heart from your chest, but it was a day to day activity she had to play whether or not she volunteered. The pain, however, had briefly subsided when she phoned the only other person she knew who’d feel remarkably depressed.

Contrary to popular belief, knowing another’s emotions wasn’t easy; however, there were many upsides to it, but Aubree rarely saw them for pain was most intricate detailed emotion she felt from people. That – coupled with depression – presented a problem for her and thus allowed the twenty-two year-old to spend most of her time in doors and away from the bustling town known as Blackbriar; however, today was an exception. She had to get out or the thoughts that permeated her mind would soon send her down the cliff of insanity. She pondered if she hadn’t all ready arrived at the insanity address, but dually noted that she hadn’t seeing as her mind was fully intact. Of course, ones mind didn’t have to bludgeoned from their head and lay in a heap of blood to be considered insane. In fact, that thought was actually too grotesque that the assailant would be the insane one.

Wrapped in her most comforted jacket, Aubree agreed with herself that Town Square at this time of day wouldn’t be extremely busy and the mounting emotions others’ felt wouldn’t be a burden on her daily routine. She ambled leisurely into the quiet square and gave permission for her blue hues to roam the square intricately for any detail. She had an item in mind that she wished to find; however, she was completely oblivious as to where it would be located, and if that wasn’t a factor in denial, another one would be she had no idea what the hell the item was. Glorious, right?

She found herself entering the quaint mom & pop store and wondered if her legs perhaps had a mind of their own. The grumbling of her stomach notified her that her stomach was the culprit in this act and moseyed up to the counter. She leaned over rather expectantly as if by a gesture of leaning a bell would alert the cashier that a woman of substantial importance awaited for business. She gathered the food paraphernalia, ambled nonchalantly to an over-sized chair that could room two perhaps three people and plopped down leisurely into it. She nestled herself into a comfortable position before staring intently at the food she’d ordered.

[.blue]

Frustration. If there was an emotion that ran high with Blue; that was it. He was constantly frustrated at himself for not trying to remember himself; frustrated when he did try and nothing happened; frustrated at how he did his job; frustrated for being so tired all the time; frustrated for not being able to sleep; frustrated, all in all, with being himself. It was like a constant rumbling headache full of stress and confusion. But, he couldn't do much about anything - being so damn tired. Tired. That was another thing...

"Where are you... I know you're in here..."

"DAMMIT," Blue hissed, jerking himself up off of the floor - accidently spilling his water in the process, which made him curse, this time under his breath, even more. He pulled the bottle up off the floor, luckily the small puddle of water was already beginning to saturate into the carpet. But, just to be nice, Blue stood and went for some napkins; noticing a young woman in the restaurant for the first time. He looked at her briefly, before continuing on with his mission for napkins.

Blue didn't want to know what she was thinking of him at the moment - probably something along the lines of "what an idiot", so he didn't tap into her mind. He was good like that. A person's mind was sacred; you can't violate something so private without feeling horrible about yourself. Blue came back and patted the carpet softly; the cashier giving him an irritated look. What a bitch. Blue cleaned up what he could; glad it wasn't something like a coffee, or else he'd never have the money to pay for the damage. In fact, all Blue drank was water. It was healthy; cleansing; and coffee gave him the gitters while alcohol made him an angry beast.

[Aubree Sinclair]

Perhaps if she had had an extreme case of anger and perchance the ability to start a fire with her eyes, the intensity at which she stared at her food would have caught the place ablaze, but alas, she had no such power but the power to feel what others’ held deep within them. Of course, there were times where the person blatantly wore their emotions on their sleeves, expressing the need to be noticed or comforted. That type would not be offered condolences from the young woman who gradually gave up the staring contest with her food as it was apparent she had lost. Food didn’t blink, after all – didn’t she know that?

She lifted the unknown substance to her lips having chosen the cashier's choice of meal and let her full lips rest casually around it. She might have been writing her death certificate for all she knew; however, it would be bad business for a death to be had in such a quaint place; therefore she would take her chances and defy death. She quickly let her pearly canines sink into the item and closed her eyes appreciatively. The savoring taste swiftly flowed over her taste buds as if it had fingers and softly touched each one giving them their very own orgasm. This unknown substance was satisfactory and had made her day until currently the man on the rug - seemingly to himself - appeared to have an attack of some sort.

Almost instantly and blatantly unwanted, but as if her own, she could feel the frustration seething from the young man’s body and the only form of gesture she gave him was an arch of a thin eyebrow in either amusement or confusion. Ah, his ‘attack’ was only a mere spill of water, and a small chuckle fell from her lips as she watched him frantically clean up the spill. Of course it was only a little water. How much damage could it entail? She continued to watch the young man purely out of amusement and thought no such thought as ‘what an idiot’. The only thought racing through her mind now was the hope he’d soon begin to feel nothing but happiness for his frustration was steadily increasing her chances of a migraine.

[.blue]

OOC; stuck - any ideas?