wired awake

Varen had no idea why - of all the places - he had driven himself all the way from his home at The North to Center Point. There was nothing in this park that North Park didn't have, and he had no real reason to be here other than the fact that he didn't want to stick around his house for too long. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, how the hell could things have changed so fast?

It was in this mindset that he had stumbled upon some girl lying on the grass. He didn't recognize her, and so understood that she probably wasn't from up North. The South, maybe. But from what he knew of them, they weren't the type to stoop to this level. They fancied themselves as high as the North-Siders, after all.

For a moment, Varen was jealous. Here was some random girl looking so at peace and one with the world. But here he stood, running away from the pain back home and still recovering from the heartbreaking loss of his mother. Watching the ducks, he walked on over to the edge of the lake, a few feet away from the girl.

Chessy was watching the darker clouds roll in, completely lost in her own little world, until she got that feeling she wasn't alone. Part of being a schizophrenic was constantly being a little paranoid, though the medication did help alot more than she gave them credit for. Lifting her head just a bit, she was relieved to see she wasn't being paranoid and there was in fact a guy.
It was pretty obvious from the start he was from one of the richer parts of town. Pretty much everybody in those parts had the looks to grace the cover of any high fashion magazine if they so wished. Well maybe that was exaggerating a bit, but the point was it wasn't too hard, for the most part to pick out who came from families of wealth.
As he approached the water, Chessy spoke before she could stop herself. "It's alittle muddy near the edge, I'd watch out." She sat up, looking at him. Should have just stayed quiet. He probably came here to escape everything. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly at this thought. She knew the North and South both had their share of beautiful park land, from her rare little night visits to them. So it was a bit odd that they'd travel to the Central Point. None of my business.

The girl's voice was small and soft - definitely female - and Varen turned to face her. A nasty reply about minding one's own business was on the tip of his tongue, but manners won out and he nodded instead. "Thanks," said he, standing up and moving a little further away from the edge. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, eyes closing in the process.

Varen guessed it was nice to be around someone that understood the want for silence, even if it was sort of eerie how she knew that he was there. "Do you come here often?" He asked curiously, noticing how at peace she seemed in the place. That's what he wanted - no, needed. He needed to feel calm again, but he knew that it was a long time before he could even begin to feel the same again.

It sucked. But it was understandable considering he did just lose his mother.

Varen yawned, stretching his legs out before him. His breathing was even and his eyes downcast. He didn't even shake his head when she tossed his question back at him. "No." He preferred North Park as opposed to Center Point, that was for sure. The only reason he had even considered going so far out was because he knew his brother might go out looking for him, and he really didn't want to be found.

He let the silence continue on. Varen wasn't the type to initiate conversation. Especially when he was... Well he wouldn't call it grieving... Even if that was what it was called. He had no idea what to say. Had no reason to think of anything else to say.