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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 26, 2013 19:31:34 GMT -5
I wander along the paved path that wound through the park, a soft night breeze cool on the skin of my exposed stomach. But, it was nearly midnight, so who would be around to see it? No one. That was one thing I loved about my insomnia- the fact that I could go out at night, without anyone around. I loved being by myself, not having to worry about making some social blunder.
I push my black hair out of my face, straying from the path to walk towards the swings. I sit down on one, the creak of the chains the only sound in the night aside from a far off siren. I pull out my iPhone to check the time; 12:04. A soft sigh escapes me, I had nearly five hours to kill before I had to be back home in my bed pretending to sleep. I set my phone on my lap, hands sliding down the chains before I lean back, rocking back and forth slowly as I looked up at the night sky.
A smile crosses my f ace as a white-pink star shoots across the sky.
"I wish... for world peace." I say softly before chuckling at myself, shaking my head. As if that would ever happen.. but I wished it would.
outfit; click
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 28, 2013 19:41:44 GMT -5
Derek had decided to work late that night, not really widhing to go home with how bad the arguing had been in his head today. He wondered how crazy he realy was.. Not that he wishe to be crazy, god no. At least dead bodies didn't talk back. He didn't have to be nice, be social, lie about where he came from or how he grew up. Didn't have to explain why wolves hung around his little place, why he bought mea from the butcher each week enough for more than one person.
He didn't have to explain hiw long he'd been lonely.
Sighing, Derek parked his motorcycle and climbed off, beginning to wander through the park. He scratched his jaw, not payingattention and nearly running into the chick sitting there.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 28, 2013 19:52:59 GMT -5
I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't hear the guy coming and jump when he nearly bumps into me. I get to my feet, pushing my black hair from my face. I huff and quickly bend over to pick up my phone from where it fell to the ground, dusting it off. "Didn't see me?" I ask, raising an eyebrows at the guy questioningly.
How hadn't he seen me? Not like I was in the shadows or something. My eyes flick over him for a moment, noticing how buff he was, and how much older he seemed to be. But, why was he out here at midnight? Maybe he was a serial killer? I shift on my feet at the thought, wanting to take a step back but eventually deciding against it.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 28, 2013 20:20:39 GMT -5
Derek blinked away his distraction. "Sorry. My own head got to me." He murmured, voice light though he didn't smile. He took a step back at the look in her eyes. "Guess I should watch my step hm?" A faint attempt at a smile and he stepped around her and away from the swings, walking off on his own again.
'Way to go dumbass..' Whispered through his head.
'Yeah what's your deal?'
'Scaring pretty girls huh? Let's be even sarier than you already are.'
Derek leaned against a tree, teeth gritting. "Shut up..." He whispered, breath billowing in the air. The breeze was nice, calming. He fished around for his phone and cursed when he realized he must have dropped it.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 15:25:53 GMT -5
"I- uh, its fine." I mumble, shrugging my shoulders a bit as I keep my eyes fixed on his face. I still wasn't exactly sure what to make of him, other than the fact that he was, well, odd. I mean, who wandered around parks at midnight? Oh, yeah, me.
I shake my head at myself and watch as he turns to walk away before I lean against the swing set poles, looking down as I check the time. What to do with over four hours? A soft sigh passes from my lips, a cool night breeze blowing my hair into my face.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 15:43:51 GMT -5
Derek grumbled and reluctantly began to make his way back to where he'd run into her. He glanced her way almost apologetically, eyes skimming the woodchips near the swingset until he spotted his phone.
He stooped to grab it, head spinning, and straightened with the slightest of stumbles, grabbing the pole of the swigset on the opposite side from where the girl sat. God damn it... Slaved away all day over dead bodies and even then he couldn't clear his fucking head. So muc for sleep tonight. Maybe he should go home and crack a beer open. But-...well wait a second now, what was she doing out here by herself this time of night, anyway?
Don't do it..don't-
"You waitin for someone? Kinda late to be here alone isn't it?"
'Way to sound creepy.'
'Yeah dumbass.'
'What the fuck it your-'
'Hey leave him alone!'
It took everything in Derek not to snarl a retort.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 16:03:42 GMT -5
I glance up as he returns but don't offer a word, instead moving my arm in an attempt to cover my exposed stomach, embarrassed. I look up as he stumbles, a slightly worried expression coming across my face. Was he okay? He seemed to be, didn't seem to be drunk or having some sort of heart attack.
I bring my gaze back up to his face as he speaks and I shrug a bit. No one other than Osric knew that I had insomnia, but I had a reason for not telling my parents: I liked to go out at night, like tonight. Everyone else.. well, it wasn't really their business. "Couldn't sleep." I reply simply, shrugging my shoulders. Lame excuse, but maybe he'd just leave it.. "You?" I add, hoping to turn it back on him.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 16:13:12 GMT -5
Derek didn't want to talk to anyone, honestly. But well..the maddness in his head wasn't there so much when he was having a coversation, not focusing on the silence around his solitude. Maybe he had driven himself mad after all.
"Just got off work, needed to clear my head.." He murmured. "And my house is too quiet aside from the vultures barking it up outside." Most would think he meant stray dogs. Oh well, let them think that.
He slipped his phone into his pocket, back resting against the pole he was leaning on.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 16:18:26 GMT -5
I watch his face as he speaks before I nod, absently brushing my hair from my face. I didn't know why I was talking to this guy, I didn't know him from Jack, but, it was better than passing the time alone, right? Maybe.
"I'm Ophelia." I say randomly, offering him a small smile as I move my phone from hand to hand. And now I was introducing myself to him.. I was starting to scare myself. Now who was the weirdo- me or him? I look down at my converse, not really knowing what to say.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 16:27:39 GMT -5
Derek blinked at her in the dark. "Uh..Derek.." He offered uncertainly. She couldn't even be out of high school.. He hoped he wasn't freaking her out. That seemed to be a common enough thing. Then again, look what he did for a living. It made great money, yeah, but was there a price to pay? He wasn't even sure, since he avoided everything anyway. Solitary life was just..easier.. He didn't know why he stuck to it, maybe because he'd grown up with wild dogs? He hated crowds? Loud noises? Oh well.
Derek had wondered once upon a time how different he may have been had his parents not died in the trade center. But he never lingered long. It was depressing.
'Do you still blame yourself, Derek?'
No... He insisted silently.
'I can taste your lies. They're my own too...'
Derek swallowed, staring hard at the ground. "I uh..need to take a walk.."
'C'mon Derek what is it? Pretty girl making you feel lonely?'
'You missed out, huh? Selfish bastard.'
'Just think. You were screwing around while your parents went down.'
Laughter.
They weren't always this bad, but there were times like this.
Derek made it a few feet from her, hands on the back of his head as he drew in breaths.
Too much though and he fell to his knees, a hand pressing to his stomach as he gagged, saliva thick and threatening to make him gag again. He swallowed the feeling down, not in the mood to heave up his dinner.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 16:51:19 GMT -5
I nod a bit as he tells me his name. He looked like a Derek, actually. Just sorta like how people said I looked like a Ophelia. My brow creases as he says that he needs to take a walk. "O-Okay.." I mumble. Was I really that bad at socializing? Apparently. I didn't even know why it bothered me that much, I pretty much hated everyone.
"Hey! Woah, you okay?" I ask as he falls to his knees and I run over to crouch down beside him, hair falling around my face. I anxiously put my hand on his shoulder, not knowing what to do. Call 9-1-1? I didn't fucking know.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 16:55:44 GMT -5
She was at his side suddenly and Derek drew in a wavering breath. "It's okay.." I'm fine.." It had all faded away just like that. Except the nausea of course. "Just had a hard day, I'm not feeling the best.."
He didn't dare tell her what he meant by it, finally sat back on his heels, then simply criss cross in the grass. No use trying to stand until he felt a little better. "Thanks though.." He murmured awkwardly.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 17:04:21 GMT -5
"A-Are you sure?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. I take my hand off Derek's shoulder as he sits back on his heels before sitting criss cross in the grass like a little kid. I sigh to myself, pushing my black hair out of my face. I sit back, not wanting to just.. leave him. What if he passed out or something?
"Invisible things are the only realities." I mumble to myself, looking down at my lap. How was I to tell if he was fine?
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 29, 2013 17:33:29 GMT -5
"Too bad they aren't the onyt demons.." Derek reclitantly stayed out insteadnof planning o n getting on his motorcycle and driving off. Probably not the safest of options. "So ah, Ophelia.. You go to the high school?
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 29, 2013 17:55:32 GMT -5
I bring a hand up to start biting at my thumbnail before stopping myself and dropping it back into my lap. "Uh, yeah, I'm a Senior." I reply, nodding a bit before brushing my hair out of my face again.
"Can't wait to fucking get out of there." I add, shaking my head a bit as I raise my gaze back to Derek's face.
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