sunshine and gloom (open)

[Callie McDaniel]

It was a beautiful day out, bright and cheery, and exactly the kind of day Callie enjoyed. The sun shone down through the cloudless sky, and even Callie ached to be aflight today.

Unfortuantly, she only had half an hour before she had to get back to work at her job at the club. She didn't need the job, her family had plenty of money, and she knew if she ever needed all she had to do was ask her dad, but she wanted the interaction.

She sat on a bench in the park, crossing her smooth, flawless legs and tugging her skirt down a little. She opened her brown bag lunch and pulled out a chicken salad sandwich, sighing.

She was lonely. And her apartment was lonely. She hated going home to a dark room every night, cold sheets that never saw another warm body but hers.
That's not to say she never had 'sleep-overs'. She was just very selective, and usually never took them to her place.

Callie took a bite of her sandwich, soaking up the sun and hoping her gloomy mood would go away.

[John Sumner]

He trailed his hand through the leaves off a bush close to the path of the park. He'd come here to think. To move, hours of a day spent under, over and in cars was taking a toll on his mental health. He was dressed simply, gray tank top, and cut off sweats that stopped at his knees, in dark red. Artistically oil marked, vaguely aware of an oil smudge on the end of his collar bone. He scratched at it, head down as he walked, clutching his lunch bag, tucking his other hand in his pocket, hair falling into his eyes.

He'd been coming to the park for lunch since he'd moved to the city. Something he was still questioning. Everyone in the city was always moving, always busy, and it seemed like he was standing still. He'd come here to join in, to move, to live. But it seemed to have back fired. He'd spoke to like 3 people since he'd come. His boss, the other guy who worked at the garage, and the old lady across the street who kept bringing him cookies. It was what was to be quite honest quite a frightening manner. Nice cookies though.

He looked to the bench he usually occupied and a pretty woman sat on it. He stopped, considering the scene, he supposed he was earlier then usual, perhaps she always sat there to? And grass was comfy to. He sat down on the grass, not too far away from the bench, looking over to the bench, and offering a weak smile if she happened to look over. He always been told to smile more. And pulled out a sad looking ham sandwich.

[Callie McDaniel]

Callie had taken maybe three bites when she caught sight of someone heading towards her. When he noticed she was already on the bench, he went to the grass, settling down and pulling out his own food.

She swallowed.
"You don't have to sit on the ground."

He voice was calm, light, pleasant.
"There's enough room on this bench."

She slid over, demonstrating the extra room by patting the wooden slabs.
He didn't look dangerous, and even if he was, Callie wasn't exactly defenseless. Her father had been THE general of the Fallen Armed Forces. She knew some self-defense.