Rebekah
In the ungodly hours of the morning, where it was still the crack of sunrise and the sun has yet to completely chase away the coldness and darkness of the night before it, one may witness a peculiar scene of a boy with his hood pulled up, a pack on his back, a folded cyan hammock in his hands, and a scowl on his face as he stomped across the pavement of Newton's Cradle with his heavy booted feet, his direction clearly the exit.

The boy had dark circles in his eyes as he yawned. Evan had never liked his dorm, or his old house before he'd been shipped away to this facility either, for that matter. And his pet cat not being able to stay with him was another problem altogether. He'd much rather stayed these nights away in the city if he could, but the curfew was a problem. Though nothing stopped him from leaving as early as he wanted, once the day started.

Which leaves him here, grumbling and exhausted as he slowly made his way to exit Newton's Cradle.
Charles
◇ [6:15am...]

□ Oddly enough, even at the asscrack of dawn, when most people were either in the final hours of sleep or still wide awake on demon time, Margo was up doing her own thing. Tea, meditation, yoga, relaxing music... It was just part of her morning routine, in the pale light of the overhead bulb that came with the room, and keeping in fashion she'd also got dressed for her morning jog. Dressed up in joggers, a tank top, and a windbreaker left open at the front, she stepped out of her room, took two steps, and remembered her shoes were untied.

▪︎ How'd she even overlook that? She kneeled down and tied them tight, her running shoes molding to her feet perfectly.

□ Stepping out of the residential building, she drank in the cool morning air, a smile spread across her face as the crisp air shot up her nostrils. It was refreshing, reinvigorating, the perfect kind of early morning weather for a jog, but just as she was about to get on it she heard footsteps coming from behind, and a bit to the left. Looking over she noticed someone else crossing one of the prisons courtyards, and figuring it was just another prisoner she lifted her head ever so slightly in an *Up-nod* Way.

▪︎ Possibly strange, but...

◆ "Morning." She called out, her voice a tad more upbeat than usual, owing to already having cleared her mind and spirit earlier on. "Nice out, huh?"
Rebekah
Evan freezes for a second when he realizes he wasn't alone, surprised to see someone else up at this hour of the day. He sends her a stern look (a stern look was his resting expression) without responding immediately, but eventually offers a nod. "Cold..." He murmurs, "But I can't complain. Just hope it won't rain."

The boy continues to walk for the exit, but squeezes the hammock in his hands. He was feeling self concious for some reason. "Didn't expect anyone else would be awake at this hour." He says. "Jogging... Must be nice. Outside Newton's Cradle too, or...?" He asks.
Charles
◆ "Not likely." She called out, oddly certain. "Checked the forecast, they're calling for sunny skies. That, and look up, man; clear up there."

□ Unintentionally affecting her voice so it sounded a bit more weathered and, for lack of a better term, *Fisherwoman-y,* Margo spoke out through the courtyard, calling to the other early riser out before the sun had a chance to solidify its grip on the morning sky. For a moment, as the silence stretched out between them, she wondered what the lad was up to, where he was going so soon after curfew had just ended. Was he off to an early riser job, perhaps a barista at a local café? Or maybe he simply wanted to go for a walk. Whatever the case she continued to warm up, but at the same time she felt a hasty pang growing within.

▪︎ Routine was kicking in; she couldn't stick around long.

◆ "Yeah, getting ready to go for a 10k. I do it every morning to keep myself in shape." She huffed as she continued to warm up. "I've got a route I follow. Goes out of the prison grounds, down into Isakstad, and then is just basically a jog that passes all the places I like the smell of. Where you off to, man?"