The Park, Friday Afternoon
Jonothon had awoken from a nightmare this morning. That much... that was nothing new. Of course he'd awoken from a nightmare. He rarely slept for the nightmares. That had been a constant for nearly as far back as he could remember, several lifetimes over. It was just... that particular nightmare had seemed all too real, the faces of people that he'd wronged, lives he'd destroyed, and even upon blinking a few times in the morning he hadn't quite been able to clear his head of them.
Nightmares, it seemed, were the order of the morning. And while Jono's telepathic walls were generally pretty good, the general feeling of uncertainty that was wafting around the island was still enough to nag at him when the island was in one of her moods.
And so he'd done the one thing that never seemed to fail, when his head was in a fog this way. He'd grabbed a loaf of bread in the hopes that the ducks hadn't all taken off for the winter, and he made his way to the park, to sit on the bench by the duck pond.
Once he cleared his mind again, once he got those walls back up and managed to shake the feeling that something was lingering just a few steps away, waiting to step in and remind him of what he was, he'd head back home. Maybe play with the cat, or play his guitar, or try to figure out his Christmas shopping for the year, or... or something.
Something.
For now, though, he'd settle for feeding the ducks and ignoring the chill in the air.
[OOC: Jono hasn't had a moping post in a while. Open post is open! For passers-by or attacky things or whatever, I'm easy tonight.]
Nightmares, it seemed, were the order of the morning. And while Jono's telepathic walls were generally pretty good, the general feeling of uncertainty that was wafting around the island was still enough to nag at him when the island was in one of her moods.
And so he'd done the one thing that never seemed to fail, when his head was in a fog this way. He'd grabbed a loaf of bread in the hopes that the ducks hadn't all taken off for the winter, and he made his way to the park, to sit on the bench by the duck pond.
Once he cleared his mind again, once he got those walls back up and managed to shake the feeling that something was lingering just a few steps away, waiting to step in and remind him of what he was, he'd head back home. Maybe play with the cat, or play his guitar, or try to figure out his Christmas shopping for the year, or... or something.
Something.
For now, though, he'd settle for feeding the ducks and ignoring the chill in the air.
[OOC: Jono hasn't had a moping post in a while. Open post is open! For passers-by or attacky things or whatever, I'm easy tonight.]