Sunday Morning Stroll (open)

[indigo]

>>---INDIE-->

ka-clink! ka-clink! ka-clink!
Discordance pierced the pale morning sky with an ungodly noise.
ka-clink! ka-clink! ka-clink!
Promise of a glistening summer day painted the quad with a sleepy light, but was interrupted by the sound of a chain dragging against gravel; However, only one girl's perception of this cacophonous sound ruined the morning.
ka-clink! ka-clink! ka-clink!
That was because she was the only one who heard it.

Tormented soul wrapped in gold. Her name was Indigo--Indigo Leanne Reed, formally--and she was distressed by the noise of a dragging chain following her as she gracefully glided through the quad. She should be as graceful as a ghost; after all, she did spend 5 years in cotillion. She fled from the sound that followed her, for she knew with dread that its owner most certainly wasn't human. Or alive.

Both hallucinations and ghosts are dead to the world. To her, the latter was much more consoling because she could find peace with others who believed they could see ghosts; hallucinations were scarier. Such a lonely business. She dared not look behind her, knowing that something truly appalling crept there. She could see movement in her peripheral vision, broken but quick movement, that she knew wasn't a figment of her imagination. She hadn't seen "the aura" the aura yet, and it was 8 hours since the big hand had pounded the top of the clock. Maybe today she would go without a migraine.

She kept a brisk pace, never missing a step as she automatically reached into her pocket and extracted an orange, semi-transparent pill bottle. Without looking down, she removed the top and popped one of the contents of the bottle into her mouth. The label read "Oxycontin." Her philosophy was all about prevention, and preventing the migraines prevented more hallucinations. She'd never told her parents about any of this, aside from the nasty headaches; in her heart, she knew telling her parents would land her in the chairs of about 5 psychiatrists and at least 6 therapists. Telling her parents about the headaches was a good call in her mind though: it got her the pain meds she needed.

And on that thought she needed more. She was going through the stuff too quickly, and her parents would begin to wonder if she was abusing it if she asked for more. She needed a new way of getting the stuff. She'd need to scheme and figure out how to get money to pay for the stuff, and who she would get it from that was trustworthy. She began to feel a numbness seep into her brain, and that wave swept out her worry. She turned to confront whatever monstrosity had begun to follow her, but was satisfied to see that it had left when she took the pill.

She seated herself casually on a bench in the quad. It was still quite early, eight, and she had a lot of time to kill before her next class. Casually, she pulled out her drawing pad and began to draw a dinosaur and a unicorn fighting. The dinosaur was winning, obviously. The unicorn was putting up a good fight, but it didn't stand a chance. Her milk-chocolate eyes were transfixed on her drawing, which was funny to watch because of her lack of skill. Maybe she should find someone to teach her how to draw.

[alexander]

SOMEBODY CALLS YOU, YOU ANSWER QUIET SLOWLY,
( THE GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES )

It wasn't uncommon for Mr. Alexander Skyes to be up at this time of day. He didn't like wasting the day away sleeping, he felt like it was the biggest waste of time, even though he did love to sleep. Not to mention morning was always the best time of day, at lest in his opinion. No one was out, the normal busy streets of outlier and the campus of Luxford University was practically empty compared to how it would be in a few hours from now. No doubt the kids living in the dorm were still recovering from partying the night before - the drugs, the alcohol and meaningless sex was always the downfall of college kids. Alexander himself was victim of drugs, but not in the same manner as everyone else. He provided the fix, gave these people what they needed to get through the night or through the next day but never indulged. That, he assumed, was why he was so good at his job. He never dipped into his own stash, he was never out money because he decide to use instead of sell - that was a big downfall of a lot of others in his profession. He was in a sense Dr. Feel Good.

Alexander normally didn't go to school for the purpose of school, but today was one of those special occasions he actually was on campus for work. He had some extra credit report due for his professor, and with his lacking grades he needed to get a good mark on this extra credit to pass for the term. There was no way he was taking computer coding again - worst class ever. It wouldn't of been so bad if he actually learned something, but he knew everything the professor was teaching him. Majority of the time he slept or texted his sister who would always scold him to pay attention in class instead of talking to her. She was really his better half, the only person who really cared about him as a person and the only human being he was able to care for. She didn't know how Alexander kept paying for all her medical treatments, and he planned on keeping it that way. Last thing he needed was her finding out about what was really going on and freaking out. She was a bright girl though - she was bound to figure it out sooner or later, Alexander figured. But as long as he was one step ahead of everyone else he could prolong it for at lest a few more years at lest. By then he would hopefully be making an honest living instead of selling death to his generation.

Exiting the office of his professor's office, Alexander was dressed in not his finest clothing, but none the less the most comfortable. People who saw him at a quick glance always assumed he was filthy rich judging by the clothes he normally wore, which in a sense he was. But he didn't buy the clothes he wore for the sake of fashion, rather for the sake of lasting him a while. He doesn't want to have to worry about buying new clothes every year or so, it was just annoying. Today he sported a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a hole over his right knee and a black studded belt. A lollypop hung in his mouth as he walked through the grounds, the sun starting to really lay on the heat for the day. Alexander didn't grab his sunglasses before he left his house this morning, not even thinking he would need them today, how badly he was mistaken. He squinted as his eyes scanned the grounds, only a few people passing by him as he walked over to the quads, an all too familiar place for Alexander. He did a lot of business here, and it was the perfect place to sit own for a few minutes and relax from the increasing temperatures.

Alexander thought he was going to be by himself when he reached the quad, but he was surprise to see a girl sitting, drawing or writing rom what Alexander could tell. Sucking on his lollipop he removed one of his hands from his pockets to remove the sweet candy from his mouth, a small smile spread across his face as he decided to approach her, something he normally never did. Alexander wasn't the most social person and normally kept to himself when it came to meeting new people. He wasn't outgoing, to say the lest. But the fact that she was the only person he saw up who wasn't doing the walk of shame made her at lest seem different from everyone else that crosse Alexander's path this morning. At first he stood on the opposite side of the Quad, surveying her for a moment before actually walking over, tossing his half eaten lollipop in the trash as he walked over. He stood in front of her, hands residing in his pockets as he glanced down at what she was drawing. "Is that a .. unicorn fighting a dinosaur ..?" he asked, arching his eyebrow at the drawing. He laughed, finding it amusing. "The unicorn doesn't stand a chance," he said, a smile across his face as he realized that it was rather rude to just peek over her notebook as he did. He gave an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry that was rude. I'm Alexander, may I join you?" he asked, looking to the empty seat beside her. Despite his rather hostile side while he was selling or handling business Alexander was rather respectful of others, especially women. If there was one thing that his father taught him before his death it was to be a respectable young man, not like all the others who sleep around and disrespect others in this two star town.

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