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It's late when Wichita realizes she can't sleep, but she's quiet as she untangles herself from Columbus and slips out of bed without making a sound, moving on silent feet across the floor.
She's not even sure what she's looking for, only that she reaches for her running shoes first, drawing her hair into a ponytail and slipping into some shorts before she leaves to finish getting ready in the hallway, outside their room. She doesn't know what time it is, only that it's still pitch-black when she leaves the Compound, but she's brimming over with energy, almost ready to explode for a reason she can't put a finger on, and it's driving her up a wall. She crouches down, almost as if she's readying herself at an invisible starting line, and laughs at herself. She'd be way more worried about looking ridiculous if there was anyone around to see her, and when she takes off, it's to the sound of the gun firing in her own head, but she's only running at fifty percent, trying to warm up first so she doesn't wind up pulling a muscle and embarrassing the hell out of herself.
She takes her usual loop, but halfway through she can feel her blood starting to pump, her heart beginning to race, and the only sound she can hear is that of her own breathing and her feet pounding against the boardwalk. She never used to run like this unless there was a zombie on her tail, close enough to get a taste of Human Happy Meal. Here, it feels more like she's running towards something, and she doesn't know what it is yet, only that she winds up running past the Compound on her way back and continuing down the path until she comes to a stop, her feet skidding against dirt, lungs burning, her hair sticking to her face and the back of her neck.
She looks up, higher and higher, until she can see the top of the ferris wheel, the lights turned off but the structure still looming above her, and then the deja vu sets in. This is the place where she'd found herself four months ago, and only seconds before that, her sister had been there, smiling and happy and alive. She hasn't allowed herself to miss her until now. She's been afraid of what would happen if she allowed herself to - and her worst fears are realized as her pants turn to gasps, struggling to breathe as she squeezes her eyes shut to hide the tears as the gasps finally become silent sobs, her shoulders shaking with the effort to keep it all in.
[Timed to late late Wednesday night/early early Thursday morning. Not a terrible time to meet her, but if she doesn't know you she won't be sharing the reason for why she's upset. ST/LT is winning; post open until stated otherwise.]
She's not even sure what she's looking for, only that she reaches for her running shoes first, drawing her hair into a ponytail and slipping into some shorts before she leaves to finish getting ready in the hallway, outside their room. She doesn't know what time it is, only that it's still pitch-black when she leaves the Compound, but she's brimming over with energy, almost ready to explode for a reason she can't put a finger on, and it's driving her up a wall. She crouches down, almost as if she's readying herself at an invisible starting line, and laughs at herself. She'd be way more worried about looking ridiculous if there was anyone around to see her, and when she takes off, it's to the sound of the gun firing in her own head, but she's only running at fifty percent, trying to warm up first so she doesn't wind up pulling a muscle and embarrassing the hell out of herself.
She takes her usual loop, but halfway through she can feel her blood starting to pump, her heart beginning to race, and the only sound she can hear is that of her own breathing and her feet pounding against the boardwalk. She never used to run like this unless there was a zombie on her tail, close enough to get a taste of Human Happy Meal. Here, it feels more like she's running towards something, and she doesn't know what it is yet, only that she winds up running past the Compound on her way back and continuing down the path until she comes to a stop, her feet skidding against dirt, lungs burning, her hair sticking to her face and the back of her neck.
She looks up, higher and higher, until she can see the top of the ferris wheel, the lights turned off but the structure still looming above her, and then the deja vu sets in. This is the place where she'd found herself four months ago, and only seconds before that, her sister had been there, smiling and happy and alive. She hasn't allowed herself to miss her until now. She's been afraid of what would happen if she allowed herself to - and her worst fears are realized as her pants turn to gasps, struggling to breathe as she squeezes her eyes shut to hide the tears as the gasps finally become silent sobs, her shoulders shaking with the effort to keep it all in.
[Timed to late late Wednesday night/early early Thursday morning. Not a terrible time to meet her, but if she doesn't know you she won't be sharing the reason for why she's upset. ST/LT is winning; post open until stated otherwise.]