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Who: Preston Marlowe, open
When: Mid-afternoon, after Wicked Lady's meeting.
Where: Salkia park
What: Taking a nap
Warnings: None at the moment, may change over time.
Preston had managed to find a nice, quiet and hopefully secluded spot in the park to lie down and take a nap. The last meeting that he had with Wicked Lady had given him one of the biggest headaches in his life. And right now he was looking forward to some rest. Which is why he was where he is right now. Currently Preston is sitting on the ground, back against a tree and gun resting against one of his shoulders.
Currently he was dreaming about his time spent on the battlefield. This was nothing new for him, but his collar was showing him only the horrors and pain that he had witnessed as a side effect of war. Of course it could have just been bad memories returning instead of the collar's doing. Not that Preston cared much as it made little to no difference.
But he wasn't exactly having a fitful sleep which was a good sign that it wasn't the collar's doing. So he slept as peacefully as he could, he was almost completely oblivious to the world. He didn't care about this either, because if someone did decide to kill him in his sleep then he ran the chance of being reborn without the collar. In the end it probably would be a blessing in disguise. Maybe, that is. He doesn't know what dying would do to the collar.
But Preston saved these thoughts for a latter date, because he had just fallen into a deep sleep.