What's the Mammatus With You?(Hunter)

[Idalia Tsavaris]

Idalia stood at the shoreline of the lake and watched it like it would come up to bite her. Ever since that vision she’d been unable to get the lake out of her mind. It had been raging and it had been spitting like fire. And someone was caught in its depths by the sudden onset of a storm. It had to be a weather manipulator, Idalia had decided. Which meant in the future something bad was going to happen to that weather manipulator and in turn something bad was going to happen to the swimmer. That also meant that it was the future and whatever happened might never happen because whatever happened to the weather manipulator might not ever happen and the swimmer may be fine. She stretched and looked over at where Ike was sitting nicely next to her.

If she had to guess, he was worried. Normally they were in the park and he was completely unmanageable, but when he had run off initially he had quickly caught onto her heading for the lake and had not left her side for a moment since. She reached down and patted his head affectionately. She wasn’t going to hop in the water again but something strange was happening. Ike would come very close and whine right before she had a vision. He must remember and he must sense something. People always said that dogs had a sixth sense and it seemed as if Ike had started to notice when she was going to have a vision. Right now he was calm and panting his tongue lolling out of his mouth in a very silly manner. “You’re my hero,” Idalia told him and the dog panted and looked up at her with his big eyes and seemed to smile.

She knew he was a smart dog but sometime he looked so silly it was hard to see. "I know, I know, too much lingering but you've gotta give an old woman a break, you're like three decades younger than me!" She laughed and shook out her legs and as she turned Ike stood and she grabbed up his leash and they started running. She hated running, but her crew was starting to get on her about it and they wanted to run a 5k in a few weeks. And at this point Idalia was running one mile, maybe a mile and a half and dying. She got no more than three steps than she felt Ike pulling at the leash and whining. She blinked and she was running in the bright sunshine the pleasant warmth heating her skin and making her smile. She blinked again and it was still sunny and hot but now the sun was lower to the east. She shook her head disoriented. She hated it when her visions showed her the same weather she was currently experiencing. She pulled to a stop and hung over her knees panting. Oh god! she was dying! How did people do this running thing?

The next thing she knew her arm was nearly pulled out of its socket as Ike when plunging off after what appeared to be a squirrel. "No! Ike! Stop!" She couldn't keep up and tripped, the leash slipping out of her hand and her dog went racing off after the poor squirrel. She met pavement. Her hands stung from where she hit the ground and her knee was smarting quite a bit. She gritted her teeth against the pain and just lay there for a moment hoping no one saw that.

[Hunter Maynard]

Jogging was a good way to clear the mind. It kept his legs busy, his body in shape and the thoughts that plagued him away. Over all, he was kind of a freak when it came to working out because he just enjoyed the feeling. He generally was more energetic (which was much needed seeing as how his seven year old was a ball of energy) and he didn't have to think about anything while he worked out. At the same time, he could think of things though. It was a strange thing being able to ignore things or pay attention to them all depending on what you preferred to do that particular day.

Today was one of those days that he ignored the things that he had woken up to. Nightmares were a bitch, especially when you were twenty-five years old and still having them. They were different than the ones that Julian woke up from because they were more realistic. The whole enhanced memory thing didn't help with that a whole lot. He could see everything happening and it was like his mind couldn't help but grip to the past. It differed between two things; his son's mother leaving and his four year old little brother dying of cancer. Two different times of his life, yet he remembered them both in perfect clarity. Every little detail.

The dreams he had were like a side-effect he had from his ability. Memories merging together into one giant mess. Like for instance, the most recent nightmare being Adison leaving because Julian was diagnosed with brain cancer. That had caused him to wake up, sweating, and breathing heavily, with tears filling his eyes. He then went in to check on his sleeping son and stayed there the rest of the night until Julian woke and Hunter dropped him off at his grandparents' house while he went to clear his mind. His parents were luckily very understanding about his ability and how much it messed with his mind. Nothing really worked to help him get over either event except just having his son nearby as often as possible.

Just as Hunter rounded the corner of the lake, he saw a dog barking at a squirrel that had scurried up a nearby tree and just a little farther down he saw a woman lying on the ground. He momentarily ignored the dog, seeing as how it was far too occupied to care about anything else and headed for the woman. Hunt knelt down beside her and realized that she was breathing alright, her eyes were open, but that she still seemed in pain, "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, though he knew the answer was clearly going to be no. "Do you need some help up? Or getting your dog? He seems pretty occupied at the moment."

[Idalia Tsavaris]

((OOC: Sorry this is so late!))

Idalia sighed with frustration and could only think of how pathetic she must look. It had been a long time since she’d fallen and she honestly didn’t know what to do. She sighed and decided she should probably pick herself up. That was when she heard the sound of feet pounding on pavement. She blinked and sighed, of course now she looked like a damsel in distress. Just what she needed. Idalia pushed herself up on her hands as he knelt next to her. She shook her head a little bit then realized what that might look like. She sat up on her knees and winced at the painful surge through her legs and she looked down at the red blotches coloring her knees.

“I’m alright,” she said giving him a smile to avoid bursting into tears. She looked at her scratched up hands and she sighed yet again. She shook them as if to shake off the stinging sensation in them. She clenched and unclenched her fists her hands shaking as they protested the motion she willed into them. She smiled graciously at him and shook her head. She was fine, or she would be fine. She was not going to let a little bit of a scratched break her down. Glancing at where her dog was barking she frowned at him, she was not going to speak to him for at least an hour after this! And she had just been thinking about what a good dog he was and then he pulled this stunt! Unbelievable!

The dog jumped up and placed his paws on the tree and hollered up at the squirrel who was throwing nuts down at the offending canine. She took back everything, he was a bad bad dog and she was going to send him back. This time she meant it. She was going to send him to a farm. “I’m fine thank you,” she told the kind gentleman yet contrary to her statement she made no move to get up. She instead glanced back over at her dog. She needed to get up. Oh come on! She screamed at herself, she was stronger than this. She could row with blisters dotting her hands and her legs screaming at her. She would get up! She looked back at her dog at the mention of him and found herself laughing.

She rose to her feet and sagged a little on her knees. She needed a band-aid. “Ike! Come!” She sighed as he ignored her. “He’s a nut job,” she said and crossed her arms for a moment before she had to loosen them again to deal with the blood welling up on her knees. It was actually surprisingly painful. But she had at least landed primarily on one knee which was starting to bleed more and more but the other had fared well only scratched up a little bit. She hated that he had seen him at this moment of weakness. She finally looked up at him and took in his features. Was everyone in Vermont so attractive? It wasn’t fair. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “Well… thanks,” she said and bent to examine her knee and frowned as she considered how to deal with it. Ike finally bored of his game and trotted over giving her face a kiss. She frowned at him. “I’m not speaking to you,” she declared and the dog tilted his head to the side then decided there was another person and he didn’t care. He nosed his face into the man’s hand.