The nights are finally getting cooler, but it hasn't quite deterred him from his nighttime attire of T-shirts and boxers just yet. Tonight it's taken him hours just to fall asleep, but he's finally there now, nestled in the grips of REM and half-twisted in the bed sheets so that they're barely covering him any longer.

He's running.

The ankle deep snow is like fire around his bare-feet, jagged ice-crystals scratching and cutting, numbing with their freezing temperatures. He can't hear the crashing of something large chasing him anymore but he doesn't dare slow down. Knows better than to. There's a village up ahead. Just up ahead, still out of sight in the network of dead and bare trees that seem so never-ending.

They'll have guns. Slay the beast. They'll have guns.

It's then when the trees are finally thinning enough to see out into the clearing, when there's finally hope that he'll make it to that edge, make it to the safety of the village, that something drops from a tree beside him in a flurry of fangs as white as the snow and curved, wicked claws.

His shout is near lost under the beast's triumphant snarl as it knocks him to the ice-laden snow, and now he's face to face with it, fierce amber eyes brilliant against black fur. The fingers of his left hand reach quickly, metallic digits sinking deep into it's shoulder as the creature's own fangs sink like red hot daggers into his.

He sluggishly sits up before he's fully awake, eyes still dull with unconsciousness as they open, just staring blankly. It isn't until the last grips of sleep leave him that he notices the pain, hot and throbbing and there.

His left hand moves to his shoulder, lips pulling back in a grimace before he's pulled the limb away again, eyeing the dark substance now painted across it.

The click of a bedside lamp turns that dark substance crimson, white T-shirt contrasting it like the snow.

Current Mood: confused

The lab is surprisingly quiet tonight. The main section is dimly lit and unoccupied, full of desks, cabinets, and computers, but there are quite a few doors that branch off from that main area, most of which are heavy and metal, boasting fingerprint identification pads on them.

One thing is for certain, and that is that it's dark. Wherever Some is, it's small (about the size of a small walk-in closet) and dark. Not a shred of light illuminates this small space at the moment. Some might also take note that he still can't seem to teleport anywhere.

Welcome home, Some.

Here's a teeny meme I just made up. Answer based on how you think Grey would react/what his preference would be. I'll post the answers at some point :3


Let's say Grey is in the cereal isle at a grocery store and, as he reaches up to grab a cereal, a short person next to him asks if he could possibly reach another that is too high for them. How would he react?

Out of the colors of the rainbow (purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red) which do you think would be his favorite?

Out of the following candy flavors, which one or two do you think he would prefer? (Cherry, grape, strawberry, blue raspberry, green apple, lemon, orange. Why yes, these are most of the flavors of Clair's candies XD)

What type of music do you think Grey would listen to? (I kinda gave this away to a few people but let's see who remembers <.<)

Between chocolate and vanilla ice cream, which do you think he would prefer?



Answers:

1. Ahaha, I love the responses to this. Everyone thinks he's the universe's biggest jerk... which isn't entirely untrue actually :'D. I actually think that he would probably just grab the box of cereal and hand it to the person without a word. Though, if he was in a bad mood he might well ignore them. I can't see him knocking a box down out of spite though.

2. I want to say orange. I have no idea why that's just what feels 'right'.

3. Haha, Clair's strawberry candies have his favorite effect but it's not his favorite flavor. I think cherry would be, followed maybe by grape. (Ugh, I hate grape anything. I love blue raspberry but I think Grey really dislikes it XD;)

4. Yah, classical. He'd probably listen to some Mozart, Beethoven, and Bach for instance.

5. Nai your response to this made me lol. I think he'd actually go for chocolate. (I like vanilla better. Grey and I seem to be polar opposites in terms of flavors :P)

Somewhere in the Nexus, there is a man lying on the ground. He's dressed in a drab, grey jumpsuit. Said jumpsuit also happens to be covered in blood.

There's a sharp intake of breath as Grey's eyes snap open... and then sluggishly start to wander. Give him a second, he's a little disoriented. His head did just explode after all.

Current Mood: Disoriented

There's a microscope beside him, a slide locked into place with some tissue sample or another, and papers strewn across the desk. The building is over half finished now. Grey, however, is asleep at the desk in his lab, having failed to actually make it to bed, as happens all too often.

Current Mood: Dreaming

Grey is fast asleep in a Sanctuary side room, thoroughly wiped out by the previous days excitement. A five year old can only handle so much after all. The strange feeling that there's someone else in the room with him is what finally drags him up from his slumber.

He stirs, opening his eyes slowly and blinking. What he sees leaves him bewildered for a moment. His mother is standing by the door. She's just the way he remembers her, reddish-auburnish hair that's wavy, bordering on curly, and just meets her shoulders. Hazel eyes. The difference is... she's transparent. He bolts upright in bed, wide eyed. "Mommy?" He asks unsurely. She smiles at him.

"It's alright, Alastor." She reassures him. She's from his timeline but much further up it. How awkward... Her son jumps out of the bed and runs towards her, but pauses when he gets close. He reaches out and tries to touch her, only to find his hand goes through her. He jerks back with a yell.

"Ghosts aren't real!" His eyes go even wider. "Mommy, did you die?" Very awkward.

"Shh, shh, it's okay." Gibrielle has to resist the urge to kneel down and comfort him. She can't touch him. It's frustrating. She has to think fast now... how do you explain this to a five year old? Aha... "I'm a hologram." She smiles. Her son's mouth gapes a little. Then he grins.

"Did daddy make it?" He looks at her with wideyed innocence. Gibrielle's expression darkens, a mix of hurt, betrayal, and anger crossing her face. She smiles bitterly. "Yes... daddy made it."

So! While Grey has been avoiding Sanctuary after being thoroughly freaked out by Aunamee, trying without success to figure out a way to kill him that he won't see coming a mile away (damn psychic freaks) an 18 year old alternate of him as been visiting! But now he's dead.

In order: Grey + Soze, Grey + Young Pen