Sticks && STONES : Sasha

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* I don't have ANYWHERE else to go
So watch this unfold . .

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It had been a long day. Atleast long in Samara’s book. She had tried to go to bed early to get some much needed rest but that didn't last long. Most of the time she would wake up from some vivid nightmare that refused to let her go back into any sort of restful slumbering state. Meaning that her energy was dwindling, dangerously. All she wanted to do was to be able to get one decent night of sleep. Instead she was a suffering insomniac who worked far too hard at the diner then that was healthy for her.

Growling to herself quietly Sam decided she just needed a break, somewhere that would always calm her. A good run would do it, help get her mind off of everything, and she knew the perfect spot to go to. The park, it always made her feel good when she went there. She dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a red t-shirt with a thick black sweater over top, her tennis shoes tied tight. Taking off down the walk near her house she runs down towards the park. Her one place for freedom. She could get lost there and not worry, not care. It was a gorgeous place and no matter how many times she attempted to try to draw or paint the area it would never do it any justice.

It didn’t take her long to get there; Sammie would go there all the time and knew the shortcuts. Letting her long brown hair hang down loosely at her shoulders she lets the wind toss her hair around her petite frame wildly. That wind, the coolness of it coming off the water felt amazing against her hot skin. Reaching the swings of the little playground she lessens her pace to a slow walk. Picking her favorite swing she lets her hand graze the cool metallic chain as she sits lightly in the plastic seat.

Swinging lightly in the breeze Samara allows her eyes to drift closed, the wind soothing her. This is what she needed, if she could sleep right here she probably would’ve, it was just THAT calming. The peacefulness continued as her warm chocolate eyes slowly open and looks out on the darkness that surrounded her. There was no ominous feelings from being there when it was pitch black, just calm. Taking a deep breath she breathes in the dew filled early hours as if she was the only person on the earth. The quiet was like a lullaby, singing to her sweetly that all would be okay. Letting her head drift back she stares at the sky above her, the stars twinkling to her like fireflies on a warm summer night. This was a perfect moment, nothing could change it.

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[sasha]

Sleep never came easy to Sasha. Maybe it had something to do with the paranoia that he had, well it was pretty much all to do with that. He hated it, he'd love to be able to have a good night's sleep some time. But his mind was far to focused on being ready and alert if someone leaped through the window trying to kill him. It was yet to happen, but in his mind that day was only getting closer. Though any sane person would just say that he's going mad and that he should either get help or quit bothering everyone else. It upset him a little, sometimes it bothered him more than other times. But he always seemed to get over it.

He was out of bed early, not that he really properly even went to bed. He wasn't one to laze around the house all day, so he was going to go out and do something, though it was most likely only wander around, constantly checking his back to make sure he wasn't being followed or anything of the like. He never was, but he thought he was, it annoyed a lot of people sometimes, but he could never figure out why. he always just shrugged it all off. After an hour of trying to find something suitable to wear, which his wardrobe was full of, it just took him a long time to figure out what to wear. In the end he settled for a pair of gray jeans and a olive green tee. Once he slipped on a pair of worn red converse sneakers. Once he was ready to leave, Sasha checked the house to make sure it was empty and that there was no-one there to kill him. Once satisfied that it was safe, he left, locking the door.

All day he just wandered around, checking all around him as he does all the time. And that was pretty much all he did all day. And then it was night. The dark made him even more on edge, it was always best for him to be inside and at home after dark, but the time had gotten away from him, but he had no idea where it had gone. But he continued wandering, he'd make his way home later. He came to a park, he sort of knew where he was. He'd been here before, just not very often, it wasn't like he made the effort to go somewhere that left him wide open to be attacked. As he walked into the park, he saw a figure sitting on what looked like a swing set. He stopped in his tracks and stared, trying to make out who it was, if he knew them at all. He took a few steps forward, "Who's there?" He asked.

notes, sorry it took me so long to reply here and that its crap 8(

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* I don't have ANYWHERE else to go
So watch this unfold . .

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The peaceful feelings left Samara was she was suddenly pulled out of her calm by a loud voice across the way. A slight squeak escapes her as she opens her eyes quickly in shock, her hands gripping the metal chain of the swing tightly. It was one thing to be loud in the middle of her calm she was experiencing. It was another thing when that person yelled obnoxiously and scared the crap out of her. If she had had to pee, she was pretty sure she would've had to change right there. The booming voice was a guy across the way, more on the lanky side but he had a weird quality that she found interesting.

Who's there? Really that's all he had to say from breaking her quiet? Who's there? It sounded like a line from some cheap, horrible horror film. With her fists still clenched around the chain her chocolate brown eyes squint at the guy, trying to picture every single thing about him. It was late at night and she was a female alone in the park, you do the math. You could never be too careful after all. "The question is who are you?"

[/color] she mutters as she locks her feet on the ground to stop her swing. Sitting there she stares at the guy,"You're the one that is scaring the crap out of people in the park.."[/color] her mind was racing with the different ways you debilitate an attacker. It had been a while since she'd taken that self defense class that was required in school. The best thing to do was keep him talking and not try to alarm him.

Standing up slowly she puts her hand inside her pocket, her fist wrapping around her keys. Fight of Flight syndrome was beginning to set in. As she kept her eyes on the guy she realized that he didn't look like the attacker type, in fact he looked sorta scared. Tightening her grip on the keys she stands where she is, a show down of sorts with the guy. "You know it's not very polite to sneak up on people in the middle of the night.."[/color] she says loudly as she stands stationary, unmoving, waiting to see what his first move was going to be. [/blockquote][/size][/font][/blockquote]