Hol Horse

[[He's not alone. Someone else had trouble sleeping off and on.

The coyote just stares at the guy for a moment. Watching, more curious than anything else.]]

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[He stops and takes note of the animal... and thinking nothing of it, sits down on a park bench. It looked like a normal enough critter, so he paid no attention to it. That is, until he felt like it was watching him.]

Can't say I've seen you 'round here before.

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[[Always willing to try and see who can speak "animal", Aaron gives the guy a yip in response. Just saying "Haven't seen you either."]]

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[While he didn't speak "animal"... he continued speaking to what he thought was still just a coyote.]

Aren't you a bit far from home?

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[[Bobs his head in a nod.

Well, it was worth a shot. Still, Aaron prefers the distraction.]]

Edited Date: 2011-08-08 09:28 pm (UTC)

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[Give it a moment... and Hol will figure out that this coyote isn't a normal animal.]

Guessing that yer able t' understand what I'm sayin?

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[[Another yip and a bob of that head.

Trying to figure out how to nod as a coyote was still tricky.

Stands up and just walks over.]]

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[He watched carefully... and finally decided to have a smoke. He was running low, and would have to find the time to get some more.]

Hm. Makes me wonder if ya'd go 'nd tell anyone...

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[[Not quite sure what he means by that.

Aaron gives a yip.]]

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I knew of some folk who talked t' their dog 'nd treated it like it was a normal person.

Also once heard that some talk t' their pets just to get things off their chest.

[He paused... and thought about it for a minute.]

... now I guess I'm doin' the same thing. 'Less of course yer telepathically linked t' someone. ... or might even be someone.

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[[Huh, he never thought of all that. Still.

The last one was right. So when he said it, Aaron yips.]]

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[Guess who finally caught on?]

Well then, let's pretend that we never met, hm?

Seems best that way, these days.

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[[Bobs his head in a nod. Slowly backing away.

Not sure if he just made the guy feel embarrassed or what, but not wanting to anger him.]]

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[There is no such thing as not bothering your housemates when one of them is trained into being a light sleeper. She heard him open the front door, and slid outside after him--not sure who was up until she'd poked her head outside. With Ash acting oddly and a quiet want to protect Crowe after his story when everyone was confessing life secrets, she found herself checking up on any unexpected sounds in the house.]

Is everything all right?

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[Hol paused in his tracks and looked over to the source of the all too familiar voice. He frowned for a brief moment before turning to face her.]

I get more 'nd more things from home, I often wonder if that means I'm stuck here to live out the rest of my life.

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I'd hope that isn't the case. A lot of people have gotten things from home recently, myself included.

[She steps onto the porch.]

It could be an attempt to keep us 'cooperative'.

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[He seems irritated.]

Yeah? Well I've a right mind t' go and demand to go home already.

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[She can sense his mood, and hangs back on the porch.]

It would be nice if that worked, wouldn't it?

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[He stood there for a moment and shook his head.]

I was outta line. ... I think I need to stretch th' legs a bit.

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I understand.

[She walks to the edge of the steps.]

You do seem to like taking walks in the middle of the night. [Hawkeye lets out a quiet sigh.]

Are you certain it's safe to wander about in the middle of the night here--The drones and police aren't watching to make sure we stay in place all night like good little prisoners?

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[He paused and looked away, as if something had already caught his attention. Finally he looked back to her.]

I used to be afraid of the dark. Though it seems in this place, I have nothing to fear. As long as he doesn't come back, then I'm fine.

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From what I've seen there is plenty to be wary of here in Mayfield.

[Certainly not worse than home, but something about the entire atmosphere here had her constantly on her guard.]

And...if that is the case, then I hope that he doesn't come back.

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Well... thanks, I guess.

[He was hesitant in doing anything right now.]

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You're welcome.

[She hangs back by the stairs, frowning.]

You said you got something from home?

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Yup... got the motorcycle I used to ride. Shame though... was hopin' fer a pack of smokes.

[He frowned.]

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