Walking After You [Paige]

[igneus_aquaque]

Helena, despite spending her entire 15 years virtually surrounded by adults, and now discovering people her own age are occasionally palatable as well, still likes being alone better than almost anything else

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[Gatsby's American Dream - A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth]

[paradingrain]

Rusted metal, bleeding knees, sawdust on the shoes. It's his childhood all over again. Paige hasn't been this far out of the Nexus yet, and finds himself in a bit of a curious mood when he takes up a distant watch to the girl on the swings. The oaks in the park served well for cover, giving him a solid form to hide behind when his hoodie won't do the trick.

The young man watches idly, like a member of the CIA to the President on his walks. His hands fidget casually, tugging at the fingerless gloves that seem to always cover his palms.

[igneus_aquaque]

Helena likes being here in the gloaming, primarily because she was never allowed to go anywhere alone as a child. And definitely not after dark. Which on many levels was completely fair, because it was essentially possible she could either explode or dry up and die at any time.

Still, there is a satisfaction in not having to answer to anyone. She can't be here for very long before her parents start calling repeatedly, but she'll take what she can get.

[paradingrain]

A sift sigh leaves him, curled in by white steam from his out of his lips. Below the hood and from beneath the shadows of the tree he stands beside, his gaze is nearly reflective with hunger to approach the 'minnow'. This isn't a target. This is just research.

How do you drown someone who could spend massive amounts of time under the surface of the water? Paige seemed rather upset that this was possible.

Eloise sits,
this privileged corpse,
a mundane pace offers no struggle.

He thumbs the volume up on his mp3 player, letting the current song mute out the world around him, save for the one lone figure.

[Rilo Kiley -

[igneus_aquaque]

The irony inherent here is that they're in similar positions, in that Helena's universe also only includes Helena at the moment. She traces what might be a sloppy, looping 'J' in the dust with the toe of her sneaker, then scuffs it out, giggling under her breath.

At some point the tired mother and her brood have drifted off, leaving Helena alone with music turned up loud enough to be audible outside of her headphones. Maybe she's damaging her hearing. Maybe they're just shitty headphones.