Open Sleep Walking

[Thalina Holland]

The last time Thalina checked in with reality, she was wearing one of her favorite onesies. The all blue Stitch onesie, the one she often wore to bed because it made her toes all warm and cozy before she slipped under the covers. She absolutely loved it, especially considering the type of sleeper that she was during the night. If her blanket is not on the floor by morning, then it usually indicates Thalina did not have a good sleep. The onesie is all she needed to be kept warm, the blanket was an unnecessary added layer. Disappointingly, this wasn't one of those nights of good sleep. Actually, it depends what good sleep means to one person. For Thalina, a good sleep is the blanket on the floor and not...sleep walking up and down the seventh floor corridors. Someone should wake her up before she sleeping for eternity, six feet under grounds.

 

[Ryan Fisk]

There were a lot of school rules Ryan thought were a waste of time, but by far curfew was the biggest one of them. It wasn't like there was much they could do around the castle at night they couldn't do during the day, so he didn't really get the point of it all. Nicole said that argument was stupid but she still hadn't managed to convince him with anything better so Ryan didn't see why he shouldn't slip out of the common at night. It was easier to think when the school was quiet like this, plus Ryan had some theories on how some of the portraits on this floor reacted to moon light that he wanted to check out anyway.

He paused as he turned the corner, thinking he might have run into a prefect or professor already and cursing his luck. Though it'd be a pretty short professor he realized as his vision adjusted to the person further down the hallway. And oddly dressed too. "What are you doing?" Ryan asked, approaching the girl with his voice lowered. It took a moment to realize the girl's eyes were closed, though she still kept moving, much to Ryan's confusion. "Are you.. Sleepwalking?" He said, not really expecting an answer as he waved a hand in front of her face and stepping back to let her pass him, curiosity piqued. It'd be interesting to see if her survival instincts could kick in even while she was unconscious if she ended up walking off one of the stairwell landings at least.

 

[Thalina Holland]

Thalina's feet kept moving on its own, taking her wherever they go. She's yet to register the idea that it was her mind, not her body controlling her at the moment she cross path of the older boy. She can't register anything at the moment, nothing made sense in dream land. Nothing ever did, right? Her lips would move, mumbling incoherently Thalina gives a response. Sounds, not words come out and she resumes walking away. Her steps are padded by the sound of her onesie, they don't cut by the ankle. They covered her feet completely.