Crisp Air in a Smokey Throat

[Trevor Smokey]

"I can't believe I'm wearing these in public..."

Trevor hopped around on the spot, trying to pull the bright orange running shorts he'd been given a little bit lower.

"Shorts she says. More like bloody hotpants..."

Well, at least the white tee fitted alright. But really, yellow trainers?

"She must be enjoying this..."

Stretching off his legs a little, he glanced at his watch. There were only a few minute left until the time Brigid had said to meet up in the park.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Trevor felt the buzz as he sensed Brigid's arrival. She was dressed in a forest green hoodie, black running pants, and sneakers. A crooked grin played on her lips as she looked at him ::

"You knew I was kidding, right?"

[Trevor Smokey]

"You..."

Trevor scowled at her, before waving his hand dismissively and shaking his head.

"C'mon. Faster we get this done the faster I can get some clothes on that fit. I think I'm getting a rash already" he winced, scratching on the inside on his thigh.

With a nod of the head, he started to jog along the pathway.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid ran hard, pushing Trevor to keep up as they sprinted through Millenium Park. Ocasionally, she'd leap up, springboarding off a parkbench or a sculpture. The girl loved to run ::

[Trevor Smokey]

Bloody freerunners. Trevor had enough of chasing them when he was a cop. His bulky mass was much better at charging through things than over them.

"Hey, hey, not all of us have had so long to get fit!" he called out. He wasn't going to last long at this pace. "Slow down will ya!?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: She stopped a short distance away, looking up at the sky while he caught up ::

"We've got a long way to go, Trev. Gotta work that smoke out of your blood. It won't kill you anymore, but it will slow you down."

[Trevor Smokey]

"Ugh, not another one..." Trevor moaned as he came to a stop next to Brigid. "You're gonna try and get me to quit too? I tell you now, it's not gonna happen."

[Brigid Cassidy]

"Alright. Break out the cigs."

[Trevor Smokey]

"I...err..."

Trevor grumbled softly, looking around evasively, before breaking out into a sprint to get away from the other immortal.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: She watched him sprint off before following him. She kept pace easily, taking him for a 30 minute run through the rest of the park ::

[Trevor Smokey]

Trevor finally collapsed on a bench, panting heavily and sweating like a pig.

"I cant...run...any more..." he weezed.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid stopped, taking a seat beside him on the bench ::

"Not too bad, Smokey." she said huskily.

[Trevor Smokey]

Trevor shuffled uncomfortably, before pulling a damp, crumpled pack of cigarettes from his shorts.

"And it was a new pack..."

With a frown, he dropped them into the bin next to them, before leaning back on the seat.

"Too bad being immortal doesn't give you limitless energy."

He looked towards Brigid.

"This gonna be a regular thing?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: She looked at him deadly serious ::

"Yep. Like it or not, you're in the game now. When it comes time to throw down, you can bet your opponent is going to hit you with everything they've got. If you don't have the stamina, you can kiss this life goodbye."

[Trevor Smokey]

Trevor groaned again, throwing his head back and tapping his feet on the ground.

"Lucky I got that church to look after. Least I'll be safe there."

His breathing started to slow a little as his heart rate settled down again. Standing, he stretched a little.

"Fancy going for a slow one?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

"I tried that once." she mused.

[Trevor Smokey]

Trevor stood straight.

"Yeah? What happened?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

"The Church of St. Julien le Pauvre in Paris. 1811. I was staying with a friend. His name was Darius."

:: Her eyes grew sad when she spoke his name ::

"It wasn't for me. Too many bad Habits."

[Trevor Smokey]

Trevor chuckled lightly, refraining from asking about Darius for now.

"C'mon."

Beckoning her with his hand, he set off on a gentle jog.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: She ran again, unable to resist springing off vertical surfaces wherever she found them ::