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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 15:11:18 GMT -5
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((OOC: This occurs a day or two after "This is the Life," and "In a Familiar Cafe."))
::Odin awoke with a start, covered in sweat. He could see nothing, both due to the complete darkness around him, and his myopia. His hand shot out to his nightstand, groped for his glasses. Upon finding them, he slid them over his eyes, and turned on the light. Better, as he could see.
He lay back in bed, stared at the ceiling for several moments, as he listened to his heartbeat race, then begin to slow. To think, he was a grown man having a nightmare. It was beneath him. And yet there was little he could do about it, aside from force the visions to fade away into nothingness and remind himself that it was merely a dream. A dream based on past events, but a dream nonetheless.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand: 4:21a.m. He likely wouldn't fall back asleep soon. The rest of the night was wasted. Not his favorite way to begin the day.
Minutes passed, and Odin grew restless. Staying in bed would do nothing for him. He rose and found a shirt; he had a roommate now, and wandering around in a state of undress would make matters more complicated than they already were. After donning it, he went into the bathroom for a shower.
Rather two showers, as he took a bracing cold one to wake him fully, and then stepped out to brush his teeth, then took another, this one almost blindingly hot. As though to burn away images. By the time he was out, his hair was matted to his forehead, and his entire body was pink. He dried, dressed and went into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.
It was still half an hour before dawn, and the twilight permeated the window curtains. Cast the kitchen in shadows. It had been nearly a year; he should be over this. Unfortunately, his subconscious had different plans for him, and that included fear-induced insomnia.::
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 15:26:54 GMT -5
Stacy was still struggling to get used to her new sleeping pattern. She was used to coming in at dawn and sleeping during daylight hours before returning out to the streets overnight all over again. As such, she was still restless, suffering much like a jet-lagged individual might. She was becoming frustrated of laying in bed, and had got out shortly before dawn to stand at her window. It was open on the latch whilst she sat on the ledge , smoking a cigarette there, and wafting much of the smoke out as she could so Odin wouldn't notice next time he came into her room. She turned her head slightly as she heard the water pipes clanking, signalling that Odin must be running a shower. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, surprised at his early awakening, but she didn't yet go out, finishing off her smoke.
She heard footsteps outside her door as Odin crossed to go to the kitchen, even from here she could pick up on his emotional state with her powers. Frowning a little, she took one last drag before she flicked the stub out of the window, waving the remnants of smoke out before she shut her window. She made a somewhat hafhearted attempted to look tidier, but the fact was she'd only been out of bed for a short while, and her hair was touselled and her skin void of make-up. She headed to her door, stepping out and treading barefoot towards the kitchen, still dressed in her nightwear of a vest top and shorts.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 15:34:56 GMT -5
::Odin sat at the kitchen table with his back to the refrigerator, faced towards the window. A mug of strong, black coffee in his right hand that he had been alternating sipping from and then setting down. He had stopped pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his eyes after the third time doing so since settling in the kitchen.
He had done his best to ignore her movements this past week. He wasn't a night owl, but also not a morning bird; he kept strange hours, with no consistent pattern. Her patterns differed from his, consistent but at different hours. What for wasn't quite his business, and thus he wouldn't comment.
He knew she'd reached the kitchen by hearing and sixth sense, and he turned towards her. His expression was relatively closed, which he worked on as a life skill.:: "It's too early for both of us to be up."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 15:45:43 GMT -5
Crossing the threshold into the kitchen, she gave him a tired sort of smile. "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" she murmured, eyes wandering for the coffee pot. "Any left?" she wondered hopefully, hoping caffeine might give her the energy reprieve she couldn't quite manage from sleep.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 15:50:29 GMT -5
"It's a new pot," ::Odin replied, and all but saluted her with the cup, as a demonstration. She knew where the mugs were, after spending over a week here. And where the milk and sugar were, should she want it.::
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 15:54:09 GMT -5
Stacy headed over to the coffee jug, fetching a mug from the cupboard before she poured herself some coffee, then adding a small amount of milk. Stirring it in, she set the spoon on the draining board before she turned to face him, leaning back against the work top. She blew lightly on the hot drink, her eyes resting on him.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 15:56:55 GMT -5
::Odin pulled a chair out for her with his free hand, should she decide to sit down. Entertaining on a personal level wasn't his forte, although he thought he'd been adjusting fairly well the past week.:: "I suppose this means we have time to enjoy a leisurely breakfast."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 15:59:21 GMT -5
"Knowing me, I'll crash soon after," she said with a smirk, then glancing to the chair he had pulled out. She went over to sit with him, setting her mug down on the table.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 16:01:50 GMT -5
::Odin nodded; he'd noticed that. He sipped again from his mug, before letting it rest on the table.:: "One of these days when you don't feel like sleeping in, you should come with me to Head Quarters."
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 16:03:24 GMT -5
"For the magazine?" she asked, looking across to him. She was still eager to earn her keep, though was still uncertain they would find anything she was good at other than looking pretty.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 16:05:07 GMT -5
"As I haven't become an International super-spy yet, yes," ::Odin said, but his tone wasn't quite as lighthearted as he'd like, the smirk didn't come as easily.::
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 16:07:52 GMT -5
Stacy smirked at his words, but she didn't need her powers to notice that he wasn't acting as he normally might. "Well, whenever you want me to go down. Just tell me and I'll be ready."
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 16:13:39 GMT -5
::As far as Odin was concerned, today was out of the question; he needed to spend most of the day uptown, and if he stopped at the main office at all, it would only be for a couple of minutes. Tomorrow looked better.:: "How does tomorrow sound?"
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Post by miranda on Jul 21, 2008 16:22:21 GMT -5
"Tomorrow's good enough for me," she agreed with a nod of her head. She needed some time to primp herself up. Even if she wasn't going to be employed on talents, she could try her damn hardest to win her employer over with a bit of flirting.
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Post by Odin on Jul 21, 2008 16:23:31 GMT -5
::Odin couldn't read thoughts, but he knew more than a bit about how people operated. And considering her past profession and her general modus operandi, he thought he'd give her a bit of advice.:: "A word of warning, he's a recent widower."
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