sleeping isn't fun when you're incapable of dreaming

[notsoloyal]

WHO: Shockwave & OPEN
WHERE: Central Park. Or something.
WHEN: April 21, SUPER EARLY MORNING.
WARNINGS: I don't think so.
SUMMARY: Shockwave can't sleep again (it's a bad habit), and he needs to think. So, figuring that human bodies need fresh air every now and then, he sneaks out of the house and heads to the park. People bug him.
FORMAT: Whatever

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[yayashton]

The music is restless, it still hasn't settled back down into the normal dull murmur of noise Ryan is used to. He's given up on sleeping, knowing that when both the Script and the music are refusing to let him sleep, there is an issue. So he get up, dresses, and wanders. The City was quiet and sleepy in the early morning, covered in a blanket of quiet piano. At least Ryan assumes it's supposed to be quiet, it's just kind of loud and obnoxious to him. He contemplates putting in his earbuds and drowning out the music with more music, but that never works particularly well so he just fingers the iPod in his pocket and sits down on a bench.

Something will happen. He just has to wait for it.

[notsoloyal]

It wouldn't be a long wait, as Shockwave makes his way along the park path. No reason to deviate from it, of course no real reason to stay on it. Regardless, he was out solely for the fact that he was not currently capable of sleeping, and not wanting to ask for help from his roommate - what with the last incident - he was wandering for the pure point of body needs.

As he catches sight of Ryan, he slows in his step. Eventually pausing. Not someone he expected to run into. Actually, he had not expected to run into anyone.

"...You are up early."

[yayashton]

Ryan's lips curve into something between a smile and a smirk, "No earlier than you are."

He's getting used to it, the random encounters in parks, because that is how everything works in the City. It's sort of like the cafeteria back home, a place where character development and plot points were easily facilitated. It is, of course, the Script at work because there should be no one around. He shouldn't be awake yet, but he is. And that's why he's speaking to Shockwave, on an early April morning when he should rightfully be asleep - because he's being told to and he's getting tired of disobeying the Script all the time. It's too much energy for so little payoff.

"To what," Ryan says as he tries not to laugh at the futility of it all, "do I owe this honor?"

[notsoloyal]

There is no argument to Ryan's statement, Shockwave knows he is up early by human standards.

The scientist seems to blink at the boy's question however. Honor? Was that truth, sarcasm, mockery, a common human phrase? He will brush it off, no point in asking why it was phased that way. Ryan was always confusing.

There really was not a time when he had spoken to the boy and not been confused by something.

"I could not sleep." Shockwave shrugs. There really is nothing else.

ahhh i thought i replied to this already

[notsoloyal]

Shockwave paid little mind to the other being approaching from ahead. There was little to be concerned about, human bodies (and most all organic ones, even some inorganic) were very sensitive to radiation. The chaos that happened around the City was no reason for him to avoid the outdoors, he could protect himself just fine, and if it was a concern he would have never come out in the first place.

It was when he got a closer look at the person's skeletal structure that made him pause. He knew that skeleton.

Calmly he walks towards the boy, raising a brow. "Bakura."

that's perfectly fine!

[notsoloyal]

The scientist didn't smile back, although that was common. He could try if he really wanted, but with the way things were recently, he couldn't even bring himself to act.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" he questioned. He hadn't really been expecting to run into someone like Bakura, who he would have thought had a regular sleep cycle in times when the City was not under extreme stress.

GO FOR IT ♥

[notsoloyal]

[unnamed_nothing]

It had been a good week for finding the truth in public parks, apparently, and it was only Wednesday at that. First Ryan, which was very pleasing, and had given him a great deal of something to think about; now, as he raced toward the big black and white mosaic circle that read IMAGINE in the center, he wondered if he would find any other answers to questions he had been unable to put to words let alone solve.

Maybe that was why he was running himself ragged again--perhaps if he went fast enough, he could beat time itself and find a way to put things back the way they were supposed to be.

A scent on the wind and his path breaks in the center of the E, whipping towards the Ramble and along the southern curves of the lake in the hopes of pinning it down. He knows it--knows it better than a number of others, probably, considering how much time he spent in a laboratory with it.

Answers... maybe he'd get one after all.

[notsoloyal]

The walk wasn't doing much for him, nothing had come to mind about how to fix any of his problems, and he was just feeling more and more like he wanted to lock himself up at home or the lab and work.

Whatever reason Shockwave was still out and walking around would be blamed solely on the wants of the human body. Impulses.

The scientist hadn't noticed the presence of anyone else, but all he had for such things was his vision. He could see people or things before a normal human could, due to x-rays, but he rarely used those outside without reason. To use it without reason would be paranoid, which was, illogical.

Perhaps Trowa would get his answers, but Shockwave still didn't have many answers for himself.

/totally derped out. should be shot. /paints target on self

[pacifisted]

The big form was capable of covering a large amount of ground fairly rapidly; a leap, and he was up and over a block of protruding bedrock that would have otherwise been an obstacle to him, ignoring the scrape of stone against the pads on that shape's paws as he went. Dirt paths and small bridges went flying by.

Shockwave was so close now that he could practically reach out and touch the Cybertronian.

Abruptly skidding in the dirt and brush to a half-halt, Trowa threw himself off the edge of a tall ledge, flipping shapes and somersaulting in the air before coming to land not fifteen feet in front of the scientist.

And glowered.

/pelts. with a cupcake.

[notsoloyal]

Shockwave froze almost immediately, as Trowa landed before him. Admittedly not someone he had even been expecting to run into, and not exactly someone he particularly wanted to run into. Perhaps he should have stayed in, like he was supposed to.

Stay home. Rest. Get better.

Far too late now.

The scientist returned the glower with an emotionless look, quietly curling his fingers into fists. Were this encounter to be dangerous, he would be ready.

"Hnn. Greetings."