Post by Charlotte Grace on Jun 30, 2013 18:47:39 GMT -5
Look into my eyes, that's where my demons hide
The night settled over the city of New York, the weather muggy and rain threatening to fall. Charlotte settled into the little bed she had made for herself in the corner of an old building. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it but at least keeping on the move kept her from being pinpointed by the Rogue Society. Amusing how she didn’t even know if they were after her anymore but she couldn’t stop running. She was scared that if she settled that someone would ruin it. She couldn’t let that happen, not again…
So she kept living in places that made the orphanage she spent years in look like a five class hotel so she could keep on moving if it was necessary. Peering out the window, Charlotte rested her chin on the window sill and took in a deep breath. Say what you would about the accommodations, at least she had a fantastic view of New York City. She loved it in New York, the city that never slept stayed true to it’s name. Charlotte loved all the lights, all the life that existed when the sun went down. Not that she would go out at night, powers or not it wasn’t safe. All it took was a negator to be around and then what was she left with? Nothing! Gods, how paranoid she had become over the past two years. Not a surprise of course.
There had been a time when she had expected others to protect her. Her father Conall had tried but it hadn’t been enough. Had he tried to find her after she was taken? Did he still think about her? She often wondered this though she tried not to because despite tryin to be tough, it brought tears to her eyes. She missed Conall, the man she still considered to be her dad. She had tried finding him before but it was difficult opening up her mind to search for his, especially in a place as populated as New York City.
Still, tonight could be a good night to try.
Night time provided the best chance she had because searching the minds of those asleep was far less complicated than those awake. The mind was quieter at night as it went through the REM cycle and dreams were always amusing to watch. Charlotte found it almost to be therapeutic for her despite how odd it was at times to visit random people’s dreams as she searched for people she knew before. It was better than sleeping as she had been suffering from night terrors since she had been taken. When she had a night terror the whole neighbourhood would know because of her telekinetic power. Only downside to more power, it was more difficult to control when she herself wasn’t in control.
Lying down on the makeshift bed, she closed her eyes and relaxed her body. Going through dreams was still something she was learning to do and thus there was always a chance she wouldn’t be able to do it.
It was always a strange sensation as she hoped around in various minds, catching glimpses of different dreams. Innocent dreams, nightmares and the occasional ‘wet’ dream that left Charlotte feeling ashamed. Dreams were unpredictable things after all as were the minds that dreamt them.
On this night Charlotte would have the first stroke of luck in almost a year of looking, she found the mind of Conall St Alban and he was in fact asleep somewhere in Manhattan. The question was whether she should slip into his dream given his propensity for dirty thoughts…
Eh, what the hell?
Charlotte dove in and found herself in Conall’s dream though what she would find she had yet to really discern. All she knew was she wanted to find him. “Dad!?” She yelled loudly, speaking aloud as she was able to given it was a dream. “Dad are you here?”