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[JUDE ELLIOT MCELHANEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] where we are, where we are Jude could already tell today was going to be a good day. She had woken up in a really good mood, something that was common for her these days. Ever since she and Chandler had started dating, she had been getting better sleep at night. It sounded kind of dumb but it was entirely true. Her nightmares were always the worst when she was by herself, alone in her dark apartment. Everything seemed more ominous when she woke up in a cold sweat and couldn’t see a thing around her. Once she was worked up enough, it was near impossible for her to go back to sleep until the sun rose and every corner of her room was illuminated. Which, of course, wasn’t practical since humans were supposed to be diurnal beings. With Chandler though, that didn’t happen. Not only did she no longer have the problem of being able to fall back asleep, she barely had nightmares anymore. On the rare occasion she did, Chandler typically woke up and him being there was enough to calm her down and help her go back to sleep. But most nights, being snuggled against him and his big, warm body comforted Jude enough to erase any possibility of her having one of those nightmares. So the result of sleepovers at Chandler’s was a well rested, happy Jude. Why wouldn’t she want to stay over when there was such a perk? One downside though, was that Jude never wanted to leave his bed. It was so much comfier than her own, especially right after waking up. Beds were always the comfiest when you woke up and had to leave it. She was pretty sure that was a scientific fact. Factor in the soft sheets, the cocoon she normally made out of his blanket, and having the treat of watching his dreaming face for a few more minutes before he woke up, and Jude didn’t think she could leave. And that had started to cause somewhat of a laziness in Jude. She was used to going for morning run, seeing as how she had to stay in shape when hunting supernatural beings that were so much faster and stronger than she was. Jude did herself no favors by being slow. Besides, she usually had extra energy to burn so why not channel it into something productive and healthy? The girl had been bad about keeping up with the activity though, and she decided she should start again. So that morning, she woke up way before Chandler and snuck out after lightly placing a kiss on his cheek. Luckily it had been something she had thought about before she came to spend the night, so she already had a bag packed with shorts, a shirt, and her running shoes. Jude pulled her long, dark hair back into a ponytail and then she was out the door. She stood on the porch of the house, lightly stretching. Normally, she stretched after running, but with her not running for awhile, she wanted to warm up a bit before she started. No sense in pulling a muscle or something. All stretched now Jude took off, not really paying attention to where she was running. It didn’t really matter to her where she went, as long as she was running. Early morning was too silent for her though, and she was glad she had brought her iPod with her. Jude hated silence, almost as much as she hated the dark. It left her too alone with her own thoughts and it wasn’t a good place to be most of the time. So she popped her ear buds in and started a fast paced song, hoping the tempo would help remind her body exactly what a morning jog consisted of. Good thing her body was already complaining and she hadn’t even gone that far yet. words: enough - tags: faded - outfit: link

[SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS]

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It hadn't taken Sawyer long to develop something of a routine after moving in with Kinsley. Both were early risers, sometimes due to work but mostly just out of habit. He wasn't sure if that was exactly the case with him or if he was simply beginning to pick up on Kinsley's but either way he enjoyed waking early and getting on with his day. If he didn't have to go to the shelter or into the veterinarian hospital he usually did something productive straight away, normally exercise of some sort. On rainy or bitterly cold days he stuck to lifting weights but his favorite form of physical activity was going for a run. It always seemed to clear his head, especially after waking up from a night filled with dreams that taunted him with possible images of people and places he couldn't remember.

Another thing jogging did was help in strengthening his ankle which wasn't yet back to one hundred percent from the break it had sustained. The physical therapist had given him other exercises to do that were helping as well but he was really hoping to get it back to normal as soon as possible. The slight limp he'd walked with was finally disappearing but he found after being on it all day at work it would still ache painfully by the time he was home. An ice pack helped with that though combined with a couple of aspirin and with time he was hopeful it would quit hurting at all.

Sawyer really considered himself fortunate that something as minor as that though was the only physical problem he had bothering him still from the attack. Granted the lost memory was a fairly big deal but when you really thought about it he could be in much worse shape than he was now. Not able to jog at all possibly or be in more pain through out the day than he experienced now and again. Nope he was actually a really really lucky man when it came down to it. Just the fact that someone had found him to begin with out in the woods who turned out to not only be one of the sweetest human beings on the planet but taken the time to get to know him and was now what he'd consider a very good friend was amazing enough.

Kinsley had just left for the day right before he had headed out for his run and the two had exchanged goodbyes before going their separate ways. He'd started out keeping it around three miles round trip until he could figure out how much his ankle could take before it started to protest and by now was up to at least five miles if not a little more. There was obviously no way to really tell if he'd been as much of a fitness buff before he'd ended up her in Manuka but simply judging from the decent muscle tone he did posses Sawyer guessed he at least kept in shape. And after weeks of being cooped up in the hospital moving around as much as possible had been a welcome alternative to him.

Seeing as he walked most days to work and the shelter where he volunteered, he'd become rather familiar with a good portion of the main parts of the city and stuck to those places for the most part when he ran. It was the easiest way to judge just how far he went and was fairly uncrowded this early in the morning as well which was a plus. He was about halfway through and was approaching something of a T in the sidewalk where he normally turned right and kept going. Turning left was also an option but it would take him a longer way around and he didn't quite trust his ankle for that far of a distance just yet. Also right at the top of the at T was an alley that came out onto the main street. It wasn't used much except for parking but every now and again someone would decide to use it as a shortcut.

Which happened to be the case this particular morning as a small car was coming down it at a rather speedy clip. Safe as long as he kept on the sidewalk, Sawyer normally wouldn't have given it more than a passing glance but also approaching the opening of the alley was another jogger, her gaze straight ahead and headphones in her ears. The direction she was coming would have her passing in front of the alley and directly into the path of the car that he doubted she could hear coming and obviously wouldn't be able to see until it was too late. Moving a little faster to cover the last few feet that separated them, Sawyer reached out to grab a hold of her arm and pull her back from harm as the car blew past them and onto the street. "Watch out!"

thanks to dub on the track

[JUDE ELLIOT MCELHANEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] where we are, where we are Jude wasn’t very good at being alone. In fact, there were very few circumstances where she should’ve been. The girl might’ve been a full 23 years old but she could barely take care of herself. A ten year old could probably do better than Jude. She still hadn’t mastered the basics like ‘don’t talk to strangers’ and ‘look both ways before you cross a street’. The girl talked to strangers on a regular basis and the only reason a car hadn’t hit her at this point was because either someone stopped her or the driver reacted in time to stop it. Honestly, it was a surprise that Jude had been able to survive this long. It was fair to say that Jude had never been too aware of her surroundings either, at least not when she wasn’t reminding herself she had to be. She was kind of an awful hunter because of that. Most of them were hyper vigilant about their surroundings, whether they wanted to be or not. It was some ingrained notion that they had that Jude had somehow missed out on. Not that the girl was too worried about it; she had never wanted to be the best hunter around and there was no way she could’ve been even if that had been her goal. She lacked that killer instinct, along with the unawareness. The problem, though, was that her unawareness affected other parts of her life, not just hunting. There were so many times where Jude had almost walked into things or into the wrong place and she would’ve if someone hadn’t been there to stop her. That was exactly why she needed someone with her. But there weren’t a lot of people that Jude knew that liked to jog. She could’ve asked Chandler, but asking him to wake up early and partake in a physical activity was a lot. Jude knew if she asked enough she could convince him to, but she didn’t think he’d enjoy it. He liked to sleep in so Jude didn’t want to take that away from him. And whom else was she supposed to ask? She figured she was used enough to running alone that it wouldn’t matter. What she hadn’t realized was how wrong of a statement that was. She was just getting up to an alley and she didn’t think much of it. People really only walked down it or occasionally parked in it. Besides, she was focusing on how tired she was getting already. Apparently she was a lot more out of shape than she thought she was because Jude still didn’t think she was that far. The girl wasn’t at all aware of what was going on around her until she felt a hand on the back of her arm and felt said hand yank her, causing her to stumble backwards. Her first instinct had been to turn around and ask what gave because you didn’t just do that to people. Then she saw the car rush past her. It sped right through the spot where she would’ve been if someone hadn’t stopped her. She had a moment of paralyzing fear at that thought, one of those times when you were processing what could’ve happened and you couldn’t move from the terror of it. It took her a couple moments to connect that whoever was standing behind her right now had just saved her life. With that thought finally forming in her mind, Jude whipped around and instantly wrapped her arms around whoever was behind. “Oh my god, thank you so much!” Jude said, squeezing tight for a few seconds before pulling back. “You’ve just saved my life!” It was after pulling away from the hug that Jude realized that wasn’t exactly an appropriate response. People didn’t just hug people out of the clear blue. Jude did because she didn’t know how to control her emotions and her reactions to them, but normal people didn’t just do that. She was going to make this guy uncomfortable if she continued this and that was the last thing Jude wanted. She dropped her arms and took a step back, slightly embarrassed for herself and the stranger. The smile stayed though. How could she not be happy when her life had just been saved? “I’m sorry about that,” Jude apologized, knowing he’d knew what she meant without explaining it. “But I didn’t see that car at all. I would’ve been hit if it hadn’t been for you!” words: enough - tags: faded - outfit: link

[SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS]

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If there was one thing Sawyer was most afraid of when it came to getting his memory back it was discovering that he might not have been such a good person. Not that he was afraid he would find out he was a serial killer or anything that drastic (hopefully not at least my goodness) but he couldn't imagine he had got that badly beaten and left for dead for no reason. Not knowing why was the frustrating part even if he was fearful of actually finding out the truth. Or rather not being able to handle what the truth might end up being. Just the disappointment on Kins face if it came out he wasn't the guy she thought he was this whole time. She'd been amazing, sticking up for him and his character when she honestly didn't have anymore clue than he did about it. The thought of her viewing him differently if that were to ever happen always caused his chest to tighten and he normally tried not to think about it too much.

Going out for a jog like this was always a good way to do just that he'd found. Problem was you could only do that during the day and it was at night where he had the biggest issue with his mind going places it shouldn't. That unsettled anxiety seemed to fuel the nightmares which were happening more and more often. He honestly couldn't say he even remembered much of what they were about most of the time. Just flashes here and there that made no sense really but must have meant something because he almost always woke up in a cold sweat with a feeling of panic. Sometimes a headache accompanied the nightmares, more often than not lately it seemed, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Either way he hadn't told Kinsley yet mostly because he didn't want to worry her or bother her in any way. It wasn't like there was much she could do about it after all and considering what had happened he supposed having dreams like that was to be expected.

So far the lost sleep didn't seem to be bothering him too much but he was waiting for it to start taking its toll. He figured keeping active would help stave that off though with any luck or at least he would have a reason to give for being tired aside from the actual one. Probably wasn't a good way to approach it but for now that's what he was going to keep doing. So far today he was doing good at keeping his mind on a positive track. At the first realization that he was about to witness something horrific Sawyer didn't even hesitate to hurry and get to the girl before she ran out in front of the approaching car. It was just one of those automatic reactions you didn't stop and think before doing you just acted. The relief at seeing the car speed past and missing her was like a rush of air from his lungs and for a moment they both seemed frozen to the spot where they were standing.

And then suddenly she was spinning around and latching onto him in a tight hug, expressing her thanks emphatically over him just having saved her life. Blinking in surprise, Sawyer couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips at how grateful she was and honestly didn't mind the hug one bit. Plenty of people probably wouldn't have been so sincerely thankful or shown it as adorably as the girl was just then. Apparently though she seemed to feel like it might not have been an ok thing to do because she had a slightly sheepish look on her face as she lowered her arms and took a step back. He shook his head and chuckled softly at her apology for her rather emotional reaction. "I'm just glad I was here at the right time," A minute later and he would have happened upon the aftermath of it, a sickening thought. "Sorry if I startled you. Wasn't really thinking how else to stop you quickly enough,"

thanks to dub on the track

[JUDE ELLIOT MCELHANEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] where we are, where we are He had to be a guardian angel, or someone with the heart, luck, and speed of one. How else would you explain the fact that he was in the right place and exactly the right time? A few seconds later, and she would’ve been a road pancake. A few moments earlier and he would’ve been ahead of her, completely oblivious to what had happened. Not even that, but he had had the reaction time to grab the girl and stop her whereas she had been completely paralyzed. What kind of strength did it take to do that? Honestly, Jude could barely even begin to fathom how heavy of a hand chance and coincidence had just played in her fate. She was rather convinced that he was a guardian angel at this point and if you told her otherwise, she wouldn’t believe you. But then he was trying to apologize for his actions and Jude found herself frowning. What in the world would he feel sorry for? He had just saved her from being a vaguely Jude shaped splat on the road, for Pete’s sake! Startling her should really be the least of his worries. In fact, it had really been what had saved her from running in front of the car without a glance in its direction. Silly guy! “Don’t apologize!” Jude told him, wanting him to realize that he had done absolutely nothing wrong. She was pretty sure he knew that, but just in case, she had to make sure. It left Jude feeling like she had to do something for him though to show her gratitude. How did you say thank you to someone for saving your life? The hunter couldn’t even begin to come up with a proper way. Anything that came to mind seemed too insignificant for someone who saved your life and she was kind of afraid of offending him. Jude knew she was being ridiculous, thinking that, but she really couldn’t help herself. The girl was constantly afraid of doing something like that because she was so bad at normal socializing. She kind of did her own thing, which some people liked and other people couldn’t stand. But Jude couldn’t not thank him either and risk looking like an ungrateful bitch. Finally, Jude decided she was just going to have to settle on something and hope that it was okay. “Hey, have you eaten breakfast yet?” she asked, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. It was a really weird suggestion, especially considering the fact that this guy didn’t know her. She could’ve been a serial killer or something. But it was the only thing that Jude could think of. “I can make a mean scrambled egg,” she said, as if that was somehow more enticing. Really, it was the only thing Jude could kind of make, seeing as how it didn’t take too much concentration. She only burnt them about 60% of the time. Sometimes if she was feeling super fancy, she could throw some toast and bacon into the mix. Jude probably owed Chandler breakfast too, seeing as how she had spent last night wrapped up in his blankets and didn’t share even a corner of them. words: enough - tags: faded - outfit: link

[SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS]

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Sawyer would have liked to think that he'd only done what anyone else in the same position would have but unfortunately he knew that was likely not completely true. Some people would have simply turned a blind eye and kept going or worse watched it happen without even trying to stop the poor girl. He didn't like to think that there were other humans out there that could be that heartless but he'd seen enough already in this city to know they existed. It sometimes had him wondering whether or not he'd been one of them or not in his life before now, wherever that had been. It didn't seem to be as if it had been based in Manuka seeing as no one seemed to really know him here or recognized him as a customer or patron of any particular place.

All he could really hope was that the person he was now was close to who he'd been before this just with no memory of it. The young woman profusely thanking him was certainly grateful and her reaction automatically brought a smile to his face. How could someone so enthusiastically expressing their thanks not make you even more glad that you were there at the right place and right time to keep them out of harm's way? He wasn't even sure why he'd apologized about startling her seeing as that would likely be the last thing she was concerned about which was quite clearly the case as she quickly shut down his attempt at it.

Smiling a bit he glanced down at the sidewalk, not really feeling as if he deserved so much praise as this girl was giving him and was about to let her go on her way, not wanting her to feel as if he was still standing there simply to soak it up. She caught him quite off guard though by suddenly asking if he had eaten breakfast yet and his blue eyes shot up toward to meet her brown ones in surprise. "Um, no I haven't...yet but you, you don't owe me anything you know...I wasn't expecting anything that is..." He stumbled a little over the words in his haste to get them out, not at all wanting her to feel like she had to repay him somehow for his impromptu rescue.

thanks to dub on the track