Midnight wanderings || Bren

Subject: Midnight wanderings || Bren Mon Apr 13, 2015 11:25 pm

Silence was calming, at least to Quell. He had loved the sound of complete nothingness - the one that only came out at night when all the people were asleep and it was just Quell and the bullfrogs and crickets. Quell always loved to be alone. His introverted nature had not changed much over the last few years, although he had quite a bit. He didn't care much for the daytime, it seemed all his nightmares were realized then. At night, Quell could pretend everything was the same as it used to be.

It was drizzling, but Quell barely minded the rain, pulling on sneakers and a hoodie, and leaving the cabin in the dark, as he made his way down to the beach. He loved the beach at night. The beach at camp was almost indistinguishable from the beach near his house at home - the same rocks and sounds of waves, the same sea grass and the same stillness. Quell sat on the edge of a rock, listening to the sounds of the water, his hood pulled over his head.

The rain had stopped by the time Quell heard footsteps. The sun was well down now, and the moon was high in the sky. Quell knew it was late, but he didn't know how late it actually was, having forgotten his watch in the cabin. The rain had dampened his hair and it smelled faintly of that uncomfortable wet smell, almost wet dog. "What are you doing here?" Quell asked as a figure approached, a certain harshness in his voice.

Subject: Re: Midnight wanderings || Bren Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:15 pm

Daughter of Khione

Going out at this time of night was foolish. It was an insecure time at the camp, with rumors of monsters and then actual invasions of monsters. Wandering the campgrounds in the dark was completely unsafe and irresponsible. And if the monsters didn't get you, the harpies that typically patrolled around after curfew would. Certainly, a camper would know that it would be best for them to stay inside. But Belle didn't. And, apparently, neither did the camper that she caught sight of some distance off.

Lately, Belle had been becoming less and less in touch with the world around her and the few contacts she held. The girl had no friends, little acquaintances, and no loved ones. Her life was falling quickly into a deep cavern from which it would not be able to find its way out. What prompted her to sneak out was a bit of a mystery. For the first time in her life, rather than thinking through a decision she found her bare feet squishing their way over the wet sand without memory of how she had gotten there. Her clothes were wet from rain, but she wasn't even aware it had rained. For all she knew, she could have taken a dip in the ocean.

The last times Belle had visited the beach were times much better than this. There were no threats towards the safety and integrity of the camp. She had friends, even those who dared to say they loved her. Now they were gone, and she was alone, and she felt very much like her body was a shell that was much too big for her personality.

Belle was cautious to approach the figure at first. She knew that monsters could sometimes disguise themselves in a human form by manipulating mist or something. But, similar to how she suddenly found herself on the beach, she suddenly found herself about ten feet from a strange boy stationed upon a rock with a dampened hood throwing a shadow over his face. That wasn't the most unnerving thing about him. though. Instead, it was the tone with which he spoke to Belle. A tone that she hadn't heard used against her in a long time. It bugged her.

"I could ask you the same thing," she retorted. Although Belle usually commanded respect, she doubted she would get much. For one, her appearance was one of the most intimidating things about her, and being drenched, barefooted, and covered in darkness only lit by the moon was not going to get her anywhere. She could only hope that in the fragile state she was in she wouldn't shatter in front of some boy.

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Subject: Re: Midnight wanderings || Bren Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:27 am

Quell hadn't expected anyone, and he was almost terrified that it was a harpy, and he was dead and someone would find his remains lying in the sand the next morning. But as Quell imagined his mangled body extremely clearly in his head, a vivid picture flashing across his brain, he became horrified at something else. It wasn't the terror that he was going to die, or the terror of oblivion that scared Quell. It was the fact that the horrors of his own body didn't bother him, not for a moment. Quell didn't even flinch, didn't even change his facial expressions. Surely he had become a monster now, for no person could ever think of death like that, with the same placid expression and be entirely unbothered.

But, Quell's mind found itself doing what Quell had done all of these years; move on. His gaze shifted from the unbowing ground and the waves to the girl approaching, and in the dark he thought he mistook her. She was around his age, blonde, her hair and appearance mangled by the rain. But the familiarity of her voice, was something Quell could not shake. The fact that after all these years, there was still a hint of snideness in her voice. It made Quell angry, but he wasn't sure why.

It reminded him of being younger, of having to pull Liv out of fights because of her sharp mouth, of the time before his humanity was taken from him. Quell wanted to retort back, partly because it reminded him how to feel, to be angry, to have emotions, but he was reminded that he had never been short tempered when he was a child. Quell probably would have reacted exactly the same way on the outside if he were 2,3,4 years younger, yet he felt so different on the inside. Cooly, his head nodding towards the ground and looking in the general direction of the ocean, Quell replied. "I couldn't sleep."

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