Dream a Little Dream ((Reggie))

[jeremy]

It was a nice day, especially for being so late in summer. Not too hot, the sun broken up by fairly frequent patches of cloud. Perfection. Jeremy was propped up against the base of a tree not too far from the beach, an open backpack spilling schoolwork across the grass around him. His history textbook was open on his stomach, a lit book with its bookmark sticking out on his left, and a discarded chem book near his feet. The original plan had been to come out where it was quiet and study. That had turned into, come out and do a little bit of homework. That was rapidly turning into "lie under the tree and take a nap."

Jeremy suddenly realized he hadn't taken in the last three paragraphs he'd read. Frustrated, Jeremy scrubbed a hand across his eyes, and then shook his head, fighting valiantly to stay awake. A big test in history was scheduled for the next day, and he was well on his way to a monumental failure if he didn't crack down and study. He shifted position, readjusted the book on his lap, and tried to focus on the writing in his book.

He was in a small, dark building. It was old and full of dust, the windows long-since blown out. He knew the whole world was like that - had been for years - but it still depressed him to think about it. So, instead, he shifted the rifle in his hand and leaned slowly to peer around the overturned table behind which he was hiding. A rain of bullets sent him diving back with a curse. As soon as he was out of reach, the bullets stopped, and he sank further down against said table. Jeremy slipped down the trunk of the tree, his chin tucked into his shoulder and the history book sliding to the grass. Jeremy was sure there was help coming. There was supposed to be help coming, anyway...What was he going to do if it didn't come?

[reggie]

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[atrb=background,http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee441/sekhmetwolf/graphics/Regmid2.png] He let out a rather loud sigh, his hands stuffed in his pocket as he made his way slowly around the edge of Lake Claire. His eyes were more focused on the sky up above, than where he was walking, and before he knew it, he was wading in the water. He looked down, and growled at himself before kicking at the water. "Damnit, Reggie. Good job!" He shouted angrily at himself. He was always getting lost within his own thoughts, and had moments of blackouts to where he doesn't know what he's doing until its too late. He backed up out of the water and shook his leg, trying to get the water from his jeans. But it wasn't helping. He rolled his eyes at himself, now that his jeans were sticking to his body now. He was already sweating, and though the water felt good to his skin, he had little ventilation going through his pants. He then turned and took several steps away from the water, then turned back in the same path he was heading moments earlier, and started again. He came to a halt, a few paces later, and scanned the area, his eyes darting here and there, looking for his helpless victim, shall it be a male, or to make the dreams of what young female come true. Reggie was a bit full of himself when it came to the ladies, and his so called 'charm'. But it wasn't a female he spotted. It was actually a male, dozing in and out of sleep under a rather shady tree. Reggie clapped his hands together, and rubbed them together a bit, a small smirk on his face, and took his hide behind a tree. "Let's see what this young male is dreaming of on this warm and sunny day." Reggie said, more to himself, as he was by himself. He let out a loud sigh, inhaled, then exhaled again, and closed his eyes, placing his index fingers to his temples, and focused his mind on the sleeping person. He slipped in to the boy's dreams, as a shadow on the wall, to get a feel of what was going on in the dream so far. Guns. Bullets. The male dodging, and slinking out of sight, trying to stay out of the line of fire. "Well, he won't notice if I just do this..." Reggie thought to himself, and moved the object in which was shielding Jeremy. It seemed to have flung towards the wall, and the bullets went straight towards Jeremy. But rather than letting them hit, Reggie twitched some, in person, and the bullets seemed to have bounced backwards. Though Reggie remained hidden. He waited to see what the other was going to do.

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