A bench in the Park after sunset

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

As evening darkened into night, Aaron threw on his coat and headed outside. Red had closed the shop in honor of the holiday, and Aaron was at a loss for what to do with himself. He went for a walk, hoping the chill air would help clear his mind. It didn't, really, but it was still good to be outside. The snow fell, gentle flakes dusting his hair and jacket. He squinted up at the sky and let them fall on his face for a few minutes; tiny crystalline pinpricks of cold on his skin. They melted, and although he knew he could within a moment drop his body temperature low enough that they wouldn't, he liked the reminder of his assumed humanity.

The bench wore a thin layer of white. Aaron gently dusted the powder off the seat before reclining all the way across it. His legs hung off the end, so he bent his knees to rest his feet on the ground and just stared up at the falling snow. Thinking in silence.


[ooc: open to rp, either with Aaron or just in the park.]

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[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

[ooc - Damn. The boys are out of town. *sulk*]

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison decides to go for a walk, she has a busy day tomorrow and she wants to get out for awhile.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Aaron is laying on a bench, looking at the sky. Occasionally he'll bring a hand up to wipe his face free of melting snow. Laying down, he doesn't need to keep pushing his hair out of his face. He looked over as he heard footsteps, and hailed the other night person so as not to scare them. "Hey. Nice night, huh?"

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"Didn't really get nights like this in Phoenix." Allison smiles.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"Guess it doesn't snow much there. Just moved here from California myself, so I understand the feeling. Name's Aaron Boone, by the way. I'd offer to shake, but my hands're pretty clammy right now." he said in a friendly manner.

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"Allison Dubois." the southern woman tells him. "Nice to meet you."

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure," he agreed. "You lived here long?"

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"No, not really." Allison says. "I'm new here, though I am having a Thanksgiving thing at my house."

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Not joining the big one up at the hotel? I thought I might go to that tomorrow. Maybe meet some new people," Aaron said affably. "Got folks here?"

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"No, my husband and I are getting a divorce and the kids live in Phoenix with him." Allison tells him.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Aaron winced slightly, "Sorry to hear that. That's never easy. You have friends coming over or somethin'? You're not spending the holiday by yourself, are you?" His voice sounded concerned as he turned his head to face her, frowning slightly.

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"No, I have people coming over, it's supposed to feel like family I guess." Allison says. "Joe and I divorcing is for the best."

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's good anyway. Lonely holidays are the worst. Glad to hear you're ok with your situation, then." He's really not sure what to say to that.

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"I see things...it's...complicated but it gets dangerous sometimes." Allison tells him.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Aaron laughs softly, "Everything's dangerous, sometimes."

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"Just not good for my daughters." she says. "Though Ariel has it too."

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?" Aaron asks, puzzled, "Is there some secret code in this town that I should know about? Everyone has a habit of saying this really cryptic stuff, and .. I mean, if I'm supposed to understand what you mean by that, my apologies for not..but lady? That doesn't make a whole lot of sense."

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"My daughter Ariel, she's a medium too, a psychic." Allison explains. "I talk to dead people and have prophetic dreams."

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

That explains why she's talking to me, then. Aaron thought.

"Oh. This is probably not such a good town for that sort of thing, what with the student being killed and all the disappearances and such. You should try Utah. All the ghosts there are Mormon, and Mormon are good folk." He realized he probably sounded stupid, but really, what do you say to something like 'I talk to dead people and have prophetic dreams'?