Abraham Gray, from Storytellers, a roleplay on RPG

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ＤＡＴＥ & ＴＩＭＥ
13 January 2017
0930

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Clear

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Abe Gray

Lilah Tsang

Mallory Hadleigh

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For as long as Abe could remember, he had long suffered from a tiredness no amount of sleep could cure. No amount of extra (and time-wasting) naps, sleeping pills, therapy, or hypnosis (per his mother’s especial request) made him any the less likely to collapse headfirst onto his bed at at least 9:30 PM and attempt a light doze until 2 AM the next day… if he was lucky. For a long time, he thought the longer he stayed this way, the closer and closer he would inch to insanity. He would go insane from sleep deprivation and there was nothing he could do about it.

This morning, as he crawled ever so slowly to consciousness from somewhere in the void between dreams and reality, he wondered if the feeling of restedness suffusing him was something his inevitable fate had thrown at him by way of a taunt. A very cruel, long-running taunt.

Rested? He was never rested. But with 8:43 plastered all over its face, his clock begged to disagree, and then it was a blur of basic hygiene, a change of clothes, one bite of untoasted bread, and thick overcoat and messenger bag.

“Abe,” chimed the receptionist, finally able to contact him through the din of the white noise in his head. She had her arm outstretched in front of him like she was waving hello, but her face didn’t seem to get the “all smiles” memo. “This was left for you.” She lifted up a familiar brown paper bag from a nook at the front desk.
“W-who’s it from?”

She handed him the card that came with it.

“Who was it, then?” she asked, now curious about the woman who had come by to give it to him. Graphic designer type. Maybe she could contact her about a job.
“Neighbor.”

He flipped the card over, chuckling after he’d given it a once-over.

He gave his messenger bag a sort of half-panicked pat down and sighed in defeat. Just where was his mind today?
“You know, reminder apps are helpful,” the receptionist shrugged, handing him his paper bag. He took it and decided to ignore the subtle jab as he shoved the package into his messenger bag.

“Hey, Lilah,” someone mumbled as he brushed past her on the way out the door. “Good morning,” she replied automatically, barely looking up from the coffee stain on her jacket which she’d given up on trying to scrub out. It had already proved itself to be stubborn enough five minutes ago.

Good morning. What a joke, honestly. She’d barely been out of her apartment fifteen minutes before some college student - still hungover from the weekend, no doubt - had lurched into Lilah right outside Thanks A Latte, spilling coffee onto her jacket, then paused to throw up by the entrance of the coffeehouse. At least Lilah’s shoes had been spared, more’s the pity to the employee that would probably have to mop up the mess.

That didn’t excuse the spill on her jacket. Lilah sighed, rubbing at it with the heel of her hand once more in some ineffectual hope. She would probably survive in the office, but she’d have to keep the jacket on if she went out, it was far too cold to go without.
In a sudden burst of spite, Lilah made a wish that the college student was experiencing a very bad headache.

“Lilah,” a familiar voice called across the office, and she peeled her jacket off and dropped her stuff onto the desk immediately, knowing what that voice meant. When Mallory called, Mallory wouldn’t wait, no matter how close a relationship she shared with her photographers.

Lilah strode over to Mallory Hadleigh’s desk, trying to act like it was completely normal to go without a jacket in mid-January. “Morning, Mallory. Assignments this morning?”
“You bet,” her editor said, barely glancing up from her computer. “You should probably put another layer on, it’s cold out. With Gray today, he’s covering the weird occurrences around town. People are claiming it’s an alternate universe thing.” Mallory’s frown made it very clear what she thought of this theory.
“That’s all I’ve got for you today, get some shots of the ‘anomalies’ -” here Mallory indicated air quotes with a raising of her eyebrows, her fingers still busy on the keyboard “- and a couple of interviews. Then polish up the photos from yesterday’s shoot and send them to me.”
“On it. Thanks.” Lilah turned away, fighting the urge to scowl. Gray was, in her opinion, a bug-eyed weirdo who had it far too easy, sitting around in the office most of the day, his head in the clouds. Her distaste didn’t erase the fact that she had an assignment with him, though, so she shrugged her jacket on and gathered her stuff up again, deciding to swing by Gray’s office before she picked up her equipment.

The goal was to get himself to look like a normal, professional, human person again before any superiors could see the mess he was. He had the slight advantage of his winter coat and the advantage of a thick beanie pulled over his head to avoid have to deal with the additional problem of an unruly pouf, he supposed, but he couldn’t hide the rumpled collar, misbuttoned shirt, partially opened fly or one shoelace undone as he strolled into his office to deposit his messenger bag—lunch, laptop computer, important files and all—rather unceremoniously onto his office chair. He tried to make quick work of himself there before smoothing himself out to get coffee.

Just as he was returning, nursing a cup of, thankfully, freshly brewed coffee, he half-jumped at what he thought was a sort of form just as he was turning into his office.

Lilah twirled her fingers through her hair, counting the ceiling tiles in an attempt to curb her frustration. It didn't quite work. It felt like she'd been waiting for Gray for forever. In the time she’d been waiting, she’d gone to fetch her camera and returned, toting an additional camera bag alongside her knapsack. Not too weighed down today, but still… just because she was travelling light didn’t mean she was inclined to stand around waiting like a jilted girl who hadn’t quite realised it yet.

“Shit,” Abe muttered under his breath, shaking off some of the coffee he’d spilt on his hand. “Sorry. Morning…” He took a moment to figure out who it was that he was talking to. “Lilah.”

She turned at the sound of his voice, raising an eyebrow at him. Not enough to be too snippy on a Monday morning, but enough to remind him where he was. “Good morning. I’ve been assigned to go with you today, on the anomalies around town. You’ve seen your schedule of work?”

He was mid-gulp as she spoke, but sped up just as soon as it looked like she was about to wrap up. “Hm? Yeah. Went through it on the bus here. There have been several that we know of, plus two more recently reported through social media posts at a… public park and a kindergarten.” He set the coffee cup down onto his desk to retrieve a spare pad and a few pens, then placed his laptop gingerly inside. “We’ll go by proximity for convenience’s sake then we can map out the timeline later. The one most people will be worrying about is the one at City Hall. That’s the nearest. The clock tower’s bent out of proportion. Some think the hackers over at Cambridge thought it would be funny to bring their antics over from MIT.”

College kids again. Her lips twisted in annoyance, but she thought maybe she’d better hold off judgement until she saw the hack itself. “If it is, they’ll claim credit, right? Pretty bold of them to mess around with City Hall.” She readjusted the weight of her bags on her shoulders. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah.” He shoved the pens and pad into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, following her out of the office. “After you.”

Abraham Gray

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a character in “Storytellers”, originally authored by wednesdaysun, as played by RolePlayGateway

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