cheyenne

Sighing heavily and picking up her can of soda again, Gertie looked at the scrolling words on the computer screen. She'd been entering in data earlier on her charge, not that there was anything new to put down about the comatose lunk in the other room. She'd found the website a few weeks ago, while she'd been bored and had played a little too much solitaire. So she'd been randomly surfing the net, looking for information that might be fun or helpful for someone in her position.

Who: Cheyenne and Shoshannah
Where: Nighthawk's Diner
When: Evening

After her lunch with Ian Sullivan, Shoshannah left The Drake Hotel feeling light as a feather. Her parents had been completely wrong about that place. There wasn't anything for her to be worried about. The hotel itself was gorgeous and if all the staff were as friendly and accommodating as Ian was then there truly was no reason for her to worry.

who: cheyenne and elle
where: cheyenne's place
when: afternoon

Standing outside Cheyenne's place, Elle took a deep breath a she stared up at the building. She wasn't sure why she felt nervous. The woman had been perfectly nice when they'd met. Nicer than she had needed to be to some girl hounding her for an autograph. Nicer than someone with her looks needed to be. She smiled a small, private smile at the memory of the gala. She hadn't imagined it would have turned out to be quite so good.

Listening to the murmurs of agreement around him, he couldn't help but feel elated. He'd been nervous, for a little while, and he remembered his wife's quiet, encouraging words before he'd set out for the summit. She'd been right, he hadn't had anything to worry about, not really. Sure, there was some strife. Some nations that just didn't understand. But he did. He understood well.

Down to his very core, he knew the steps the world was taking were the right ones. And for once, everyone was on board with what that meant. Mostly. But he had faith now. Faith that those who were struggling with the changes would see through to the right path. That they'd understand in time, that they'd come into the fold. And if that didn't happen...well.

He had faith in The Prophet. There she was, in all of her glory, speaking in those tones that reminded him so much of his wife's. It wasn't that they sounded the same. It was the feeling they evoked. That soft, soothed sort of feeling, that made him feel like his anxieties not only wouldn't deem necessary later, but that everything would actually be alright. That in the end, it would work out somehow. Just being in her presence, not even really needing to pay strict, focused attention to what she was actually saying, it was all good and right. It would work out. Everything would be fine. There would be peace across the land. She would lead them all out of darkness and into the light.

She was the answer. And all everyone had to do was listen to her, and all would be well.

Who: Cheyenne and Danny
Where: On the streets
When: early evening

The conversation with Maya was still weighing heavily on his mind as Danny continued to patrol the streets, mostly just being a presence in the city today, rather than doing any real criminal work. A few people had stopped to shake his hand, more aware at what he'd done with the serial killer capture since the article in the paper about the ball. Still that didn't keep him from being completely distracted as he strode along the sidewalk.

who: cheyenne
where: her place
when: afternoon

Cheyenne was in her loft, going through and developing film. She was in the little dark room she'd had put in, and was looking through the prints. She was starting to see a disturbing trend, one that made her spine itch between her shoulderblades. She'd taken a few months ago to taking some random shots of her surroundings, just in case she caught something interesting. Slowly, she was forming a larger and larger collection of images of someone standing just beyond where her camera focused.

Who: Dutch and Cheyenne
Where: outside the Drake
When: during the ball

Who: Cheyenne and Danny
Where: The Drake Hotel bar
When: evening

who: cheyenne and jenny
where: fontaine park
when: afternoon

Today had been a good day for Jenny. She woke up, showered, ate, cleaned a little around the house, talked to Jackson and finished whatever other things she had set out to day. Now, in the lull of early afternoon boredom, she found herself actually wanting to wander out side. So, grabbing her purse and slipping on her warm sweater, she locked the apartment and left the building.

who: cheyenne and jenny
where: Fontaine Park
when: early afternoon

Cheyenne was bored. What she really was starting to think was she needed a proper job. Not going back to modeling or anything--but a proper job. Sure, she was getting tutors in place of college, but they went easy on her and the subjects they taught weren't anything she was even interested in. It all seemed kind of...showy. Or for show. And she got that she supposedly needed to be taught the ways of higher society and the like since like it or not she was part of it...but she still thought it was a waste of time, and she wanted to be doing something else.

So, she was out. It wasn't raining for once, and she wanted to go for a walk, and maybe take some photographs while she was at it. That was what she was doing. Wandering the park, taking photographs of things. She paused as she focused her lens on a random person, and snapped the shot. So far, today, she didn't feel like she was being stalked, and she hoped the feeling continued.

He was tired. So tired that he could barely keep his eyes open, and he kept nodding forward, forehead thunking a little against the glass of the window, which would wake him back up again. Everything was so bright. It was bright, and colorful, and exciting, and there were people everywhere, all in different costumes. He wanted to stay awake to see it all, to be part of the special day. He tried to peer farther down the street, where that river of color and lights was headed, but there didn't seem to be an end. It was like everyone in the city had come out to walk in a fluid mass, all in celebration.

Songs were rising and falling, snatches of them heard all over. They'd pass through the crowds, through the walkers, through the spectators, some in languages he'd never even heard before. But it was all amazing, so exciting. His mama and papa said that everything was getting better. That the whole world was getting medicine, and it was the spiritual kind. He didn't really understand so much, but he liked the colors and the lights.

Who: Cheyenne and Dutch
Where: The Hill Street Theatre
When: Night

As he looked over the empty fields, he couldn't describe the feeling. It had always been filled. Always. Even when times were tough, the farm had always had it's livestock. He heavily sat down on the stump he usually used to chop firewood, and just listened to the silence. No braying sheep, no sounds from the chicken coop. It was all just so quiet.

The sound of change. went through his mind. Apparently the sound of change was a lot softer than one would imagine. It wasn't a war, it wasn't bombs going off, or sirens warning of air raids. It wasn't bullets flying through the air, ripping through a friend not two feet away. It was the sound of no animals being held captive for their eggs, their milk, their meat.

It was so much quieter than one would think.

Who: Cheyenne and Lila
When: Midafternoon
Where: The steps of the Alexandrian Library

With most of her errands for the day completed, Lila took some time to have lunch in one of her favorite spots in the city - the library. Her last task before work was to drop in and pick up a new book or two; it kept her busy in between sets. She wouldn't actually eat inside the library (even if it had been allowed), but the steps leading up to the wide front doors provided a nice view and relatively calm spot to enjoy a few moments.

Who: Danny and Cheyenne
Where: the streets
When: Midday

Danny shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Being on patrol when there was nothing going on was easily the worst thing about being a cop. Most of the other guys complained about the millions of other things that they deemed worse, but Danny never bought it. A slow day on patrol was like being on a stake out without the drama and excitement of actually being on a stake out. Which was saying something because every cop knew stakeouts were far more boring than they seemed on television.

As she looked out the cracked, dust-caked window, she dragged the healed stump of her arm back and forth along the window ledge. Her other arm, the good one, which had been her off-hand until she'd had the other hacked off by one of the local war lords, that was propping her chin up as she watched all of the trucks going by. Before, she would have ducked down, ducked and hid, a loose panel in the wall hiding a hole that she and her sister could fit inside. They wouldn't need to anymore. There'd be no use for that room but a hiding place for games.

who: cheyenne and adriana
where: the festival
when: early afternoon

Cheyenne was just the eensiest bit hung over. She'd definitely been out having a very good time the night before, and was of course paying for that today. But, it was the festival today and she rarely missed anything like that. There were some family members that were more or less on her case about appearances, so...she just showed. She just showed with her camera!

As she walked through the park, juggling her umbrella and camera, she paused to take a photograph of the statue in the middle of the park--no one even knew who the statue was of anymore. Just someone that history had apparently forgotten. It was old, a bit worn, and the weather stains seemed to make it look like it was weeping. She took another shot then stopped, looking around to see if there weren't other people around so she could take a picture of them.