three hunder thirty seven steps {{ Trent

[KAYCEE TAYLINN ETERNITY]

Feeling the wind whip her ponytail around her neck before back down her back Kaycee would smile slightly, resisting the urge to giggle as it made her think of a cat twitching its tail back and forth. It was probably a good thing she wasnt a cat shifter or she probably would have. Trailing a finger along the rather tall brick wall she stood beside Kaycee counted each step she took more out of curiousity and boredom then anything.

She had been walking around the wall for a good half hour yet and had just recently hit the first corner, already that corner had passed from site though and she was scanning the view ahead of her for the next one which loomed what looked like a great deal aways. Still she would get there unless something came along to distract her, which for all her dtermination to walk all the way around the solid wall she was starting to desperately hope would happen. Boredom was quickly over taking her determination to see how long a walk it would be, even though she hadnt been at it that long.

Normally one to enjoy being all alone and the peacful silence that came with it Kaycee was feeling restless and fidgetty looking around for signs of anyone really. The idea of being the only one outside impossible et she couldnt help the thought from running through her head as her quickly scanning gaze showed no signs of life, in other words from what she could see she was completely and totally alone and for some reason she didnt like it.

Looking down at the ground beneath her slowly moving feet Kaycee would make a slight face the number three hundred and thirty seven running circles in her head as her steps increaased yet another number before giving up signing in annoyance Kaycee would place her back against the wall slidding down it as she did so her head leaning back against the wall and eyes closed as she listened to the almost overbearing silence, waiting for something exactly what she wasnt certian.

[TRENTON BENNET GRAYSON]

Why, exactly, Trent had chosen to go for a walk - not even a run, just a stupid walk - had well escaped him. He had people he could see, alcohol he could drink, movies he could watch; just about anything he wanted, all at his disposal. He scowled as he found himself walking along the brick wall, uncertain as to why he kept walking when he knew he certainly didn't want to. For several moments, the wayward teen considered shifting, as everything outside was much more fulfilling when he was in his tigon form. That was quickly dismissed. He hadn't brought an extra change of clothes and wasn't going to go padding back into his room, and obviously returning naked was out of the question.

Due to his formidable height - either because of or resulting in the massive animal he could turn into at will - his strides were long, and frustration make them swifter. Most people would have to jog to keep up with him at the pace he was going, but for him it was a speed only slightly past nonchalant. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh at one point and momentarily paused to look around him at the scenery. Trent was hardly one to stop and smell the roses or appreciate the chirp of birds, but what the hell else was there to do? His keener-than-human senses told him that the air was damp, but the ground wasn't - meaning that it was either going to rain or had some time ago, and the water had simply evaporated from the dirt.

Trent accepted the fact without truly acknowledging it. If it had already rained, there was nothing to worry about, and if it was going to rain, it would be at least half an hour to an hour before it actually did so. Either way, it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten soaked out there, so it wasn't a problem. This time, when he began walking again, it was at a much slower pace, which was probably a good thing; it ensured that he wasn't startled when he suddenly came upon Kaycee beside the wall. "Hey," he blinked, his brows knitting together. He could've sworn he was the only one - though, then again, it wasn't like he'd really been paying attention.