Marnie
"Woah there buddy." Marnie Hudson's voice rung clear through the bustling noise of the overactive bar. She was at the tap tonight and some rowdy men were working up an argument that she couldn't see going anywhere but down hill. "Why don't you take a breather, step outside for a bit." She was calm and collected, her piercing blue-green eyes flashed something feral as they swept over the drunk. "Um, uh, yeah." His words slurred together making one unintelligible utterance. He heaved his heavy set body from the wooden bar stool, disregarding his half glass of ale and weaving his way through the crowd of swaying bodies. He disappeared in the mess of tangled people, leaving Mar to look at the second customer and laugh slightly. "You should know better then to get stupid, drunk humans going, Glenn." She said her voice playful as she set another Coors Lite in front of the man. He was rugged looking, middle aged with a jagged scar penetrating his left cheek. Most people stared when they saw Glenn, he was unique what with his aged, once attractive features that could probably still be so if he had of kept better care of himself in his youth. "I can't help myself, they're just so hilarious." His throaty laugh resounded through the room. causing Mar to grin with it's familiarity.
She had known Glenn since she was three-years-old. He had joined Mar's pack after he was mistakenly bitten by a nomad who didn't care enough to clean up his own messes. Her first memory of Glenn was her father and uncle pulling him through the hallways of her home, he was snarling and feral and absolutely terrifying to the young child. His ripped, bloody clothing hung off his body as he clung to the only instinct he knew: Survival. She could still remember the smell of his rotten breath as she peeked out her slightly ajar bedroom door. Yet it was only months later that Glenn's personality took a turn, with some training he was able to function like a normal person and soon enough became a very close family friend. So close in fact, that when her entire family was inexplicably killed Glenn was the one who took Marnie in and raised her.
Pushing away from the counter she shook her head slightly at her honorary father. Her brown ponytail swooshed gently against the back of her neck as she did so. "Be good." She warned, pointing an accusing finger at the man before turning away towards a real costumer who drunkenly hit on her. The night had been relatively normal, especially for a night so close to a full moon. Usually the week before was torture, she would feel her bones softening, readying themselves for the change. Her entire body would become twitchy, she would constantly want to move but would be unsure of how and why. Most often she ended up aimlessly wandering around, her mind a thousand years away in some distant, imaginary world. She did feel some of the normal angst making its home in her stomach and the dull ache was starting to seep into her bones like a disease, however she felt absolutely fine as she poured another drink and took another order.
Jeremiah
Jeremiah stood on the roof, looking down towards the shimmering sidewalk. He could make out the small, ant-like people who moved around slowly in the night atmosphere. Most people were stumbling, their cackles drifting up towards him as he swayed precariously close to the edge. Wobbling slightly as he took a deep breath and leaned farther over. His hair hung in his eyes, distorting his view, as his feet shuffled closer and closer towards the edge. Finally, with one last painstaking step he found himself tumbling through the air. His clothes ripping off his body as he flew downwards. The acceleration picked up, the wind whistled through his ears and his vision was chopping; snippets of people running, gaping and pulling loved ones close to them came like a badly put together slideshow. The people's shocked, terrified gasps rung in his ears as he fell faster and faster towards the ground his stomach clenched in fear as he saw they grey pavement appear closer and closer. Just as he was about to hit the pavement, the fear in his stomach tightening until he felt sick and icy cold, Jeremiah jerked awake.
Swearing several rash profanities, he bolted awake on his living room sofa. The television played softly beside him as he disjointedly looked around. The dream was still fresh in his memory as he swung his heavy legs around to gracelessly stand up off the couch. The hardwood was cool underneath his feet as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the show before silently padded towards the living room and grabbed an apple from the basket. Out of habit, he reached to turn on the radio hoping for some slight distraction from the morbid dream that he had just awoken from. Jer still felt a small amount of fear deep in his gut and as he lifted the apple towards his mouth he noticed the slight shake in his hand. With his lips just closing around the apple he felt his body freeze and the warmth drain slowly from him as the news reporter murmured solemnly on the radio.
"28-year-old Fredrick Wolmer has just been pronounced dead after what appears to be a suicide attempt. Police have been called to the scene and the general public is in a state of shock. He-"
Quickly, Jeremiah reached towards the radio and shut it off. His hand was now shaking uncontrollably as he clenched it into a fist in some attempt to control the convulsion. A feeling of complete agitation and horror swept over him as he leaned against the counter and put his face into his hands. It was a coincidence, the dream and the event. They were in no way connected, there was no way they could even possibly be connected! Chewing his lip thoughtfully, Jer left his apple discarded on the counter and went grabbed his jacket which hung absently on the back of one of the island chairs. 'It has to be a coincidence' he convinced himself over and over again, leaving the apartment and rushing outside for fresh air. 'There is no way that your dream and this even are connected.' The faltering voice had to be right... yet there was only so many times that you could lie to yourself before the truth came back to bite you in the ass.
"Woah there buddy." Marnie Hudson's voice rung clear through the bustling noise of the overactive bar. She was at the tap tonight and some rowdy men were working up an argument that she couldn't see going anywhere but down hill. "Why don't you take a breather, step outside for a bit." She was calm and collected, her piercing blue-green eyes flashed something feral as they swept over the drunk. "Um, uh, yeah." His words slurred together making one unintelligible utterance. He heaved his heavy set body from the wooden bar stool, disregarding his half glass of ale and weaving his way through the crowd of swaying bodies. He disappeared in the mess of tangled people, leaving Mar to look at the second customer and laugh slightly. "You should know better then to get stupid, drunk humans going, Glenn." She said her voice playful as she set another Coors Lite in front of the man. He was rugged looking, middle aged with a jagged scar penetrating his left cheek. Most people stared when they saw Glenn, he was unique what with his aged, once attractive features that could probably still be so if he had of kept better care of himself in his youth. "I can't help myself, they're just so hilarious." His throaty laugh resounded through the room. causing Mar to grin with it's familiarity.
She had known Glenn since she was three-years-old. He had joined Mar's pack after he was mistakenly bitten by a nomad who didn't care enough to clean up his own messes. Her first memory of Glenn was her father and uncle pulling him through the hallways of her home, he was snarling and feral and absolutely terrifying to the young child. His ripped, bloody clothing hung off his body as he clung to the only instinct he knew: Survival. She could still remember the smell of his rotten breath as she peeked out her slightly ajar bedroom door. Yet it was only months later that Glenn's personality took a turn, with some training he was able to function like a normal person and soon enough became a very close family friend. So close in fact, that when her entire family was inexplicably killed Glenn was the one who took Marnie in and raised her.
Pushing away from the counter she shook her head slightly at her honorary father. Her brown ponytail swooshed gently against the back of her neck as she did so. "Be good." She warned, pointing an accusing finger at the man before turning away towards a real costumer who drunkenly hit on her. The night had been relatively normal, especially for a night so close to a full moon. Usually the week before was torture, she would feel her bones softening, readying themselves for the change. Her entire body would become twitchy, she would constantly want to move but would be unsure of how and why. Most often she ended up aimlessly wandering around, her mind a thousand years away in some distant, imaginary world. She did feel some of the normal angst making its home in her stomach and the dull ache was starting to seep into her bones like a disease, however she felt absolutely fine as she poured another drink and took another order.
Jeremiah
Jeremiah stood on the roof, looking down towards the shimmering sidewalk. He could make out the small, ant-like people who moved around slowly in the night atmosphere. Most people were stumbling, their cackles drifting up towards him as he swayed precariously close to the edge. Wobbling slightly as he took a deep breath and leaned farther over. His hair hung in his eyes, distorting his view, as his feet shuffled closer and closer towards the edge. Finally, with one last painstaking step he found himself tumbling through the air. His clothes ripping off his body as he flew downwards. The acceleration picked up, the wind whistled through his ears and his vision was chopping; snippets of people running, gaping and pulling loved ones close to them came like a badly put together slideshow. The people's shocked, terrified gasps rung in his ears as he fell faster and faster towards the ground his stomach clenched in fear as he saw they grey pavement appear closer and closer. Just as he was about to hit the pavement, the fear in his stomach tightening until he felt sick and icy cold, Jeremiah jerked awake.
Swearing several rash profanities, he bolted awake on his living room sofa. The television played softly beside him as he disjointedly looked around. The dream was still fresh in his memory as he swung his heavy legs around to gracelessly stand up off the couch. The hardwood was cool underneath his feet as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the show before silently padded towards the living room and grabbed an apple from the basket. Out of habit, he reached to turn on the radio hoping for some slight distraction from the morbid dream that he had just awoken from. Jer still felt a small amount of fear deep in his gut and as he lifted the apple towards his mouth he noticed the slight shake in his hand. With his lips just closing around the apple he felt his body freeze and the warmth drain slowly from him as the news reporter murmured solemnly on the radio.
"28-year-old Fredrick Wolmer has just been pronounced dead after what appears to be a suicide attempt. Police have been called to the scene and the general public is in a state of shock. He-"
Quickly, Jeremiah reached towards the radio and shut it off. His hand was now shaking uncontrollably as he clenched it into a fist in some attempt to control the convulsion. A feeling of complete agitation and horror swept over him as he leaned against the counter and put his face into his hands. It was a coincidence, the dream and the event. They were in no way connected, there was no way they could even possibly be connected! Chewing his lip thoughtfully, Jer left his apple discarded on the counter and went grabbed his jacket which hung absently on the back of one of the island chairs. 'It has to be a coincidence' he convinced himself over and over again, leaving the apartment and rushing outside for fresh air. 'There is no way that your dream and this even are connected.' The faltering voice had to be right... yet there was only so many times that you could lie to yourself before the truth came back to bite you in the ass.