09-08-2008, 12:21 AM
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_____It was exceeding strange for him to be awake before the sun, but given the things that had been going on, Laurel hadn't been able to sleep for a change. He had been keeping a close watch on Nikita and for the same reason, he had foregone a few nights of not drinking himself into a comatose state. Well, calling it a comatose state probably wasn't the right way to look at it, considering that he still managed to wake up and function like a normal soul should have. He still managed to get up, act normal, think normal, talk normal, so on and so forth, but when it was time to settle down and sleep like a normal person, well…
_____A log popped on the fire in front of him and rather dully, Laurel let out a sigh. He knew that the birds should have been singing their little hearts out, but it was the threat of the thunder and the rain overhead that had put a kink in the hosiery for the morning. Finally fed up with sitting there and partially convinced that his cohort would be sleeping in, he decided to rise up and break away from the humdrum quiet of the camp site. Away from the warmth of the fire, he became distinctly aware of how cool the morning was, how much thicker the fog became in the low lighting. It was like walking in a stupor; a dream, even.
_____But out by the borders, things were a different story. Traffic had slowed considerably since word that they had housing the ill and the only smells that he picked out from the damp air were the ones that came in and out constantly. Yet only a few minutes after, as he leaned against a tree to make a jagged silhouette, Laurel became equally aware that he wasn't alone. Somewhere out in the thick tangle of brush and forest someone else was coming through. Quiet steps, but not silent; the area was much too thick to travel without sound. He didn't know if it was someone nosing around the borders or just an animal carrying out it's normal ritual, but he didn't have anything better to do but stand there.
_____So… he waited.
_____It was exceeding strange for him to be awake before the sun, but given the things that had been going on, Laurel hadn't been able to sleep for a change. He had been keeping a close watch on Nikita and for the same reason, he had foregone a few nights of not drinking himself into a comatose state. Well, calling it a comatose state probably wasn't the right way to look at it, considering that he still managed to wake up and function like a normal soul should have. He still managed to get up, act normal, think normal, talk normal, so on and so forth, but when it was time to settle down and sleep like a normal person, well…
_____A log popped on the fire in front of him and rather dully, Laurel let out a sigh. He knew that the birds should have been singing their little hearts out, but it was the threat of the thunder and the rain overhead that had put a kink in the hosiery for the morning. Finally fed up with sitting there and partially convinced that his cohort would be sleeping in, he decided to rise up and break away from the humdrum quiet of the camp site. Away from the warmth of the fire, he became distinctly aware of how cool the morning was, how much thicker the fog became in the low lighting. It was like walking in a stupor; a dream, even.
_____But out by the borders, things were a different story. Traffic had slowed considerably since word that they had housing the ill and the only smells that he picked out from the damp air were the ones that came in and out constantly. Yet only a few minutes after, as he leaned against a tree to make a jagged silhouette, Laurel became equally aware that he wasn't alone. Somewhere out in the thick tangle of brush and forest someone else was coming through. Quiet steps, but not silent; the area was much too thick to travel without sound. He didn't know if it was someone nosing around the borders or just an animal carrying out it's normal ritual, but he didn't have anything better to do but stand there.
_____So… he waited.