<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br/><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Not sleeping, staying busy since he's not sleeping<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The weather tended to do it's own thing once Kaine applied his touch if he didn't keep a firm hold on it. So for example, when he made it snow, it would <em>keep</em> snowing, at least for a while because now it <em>wanted</em> to snow. But if there were ever times where Kaine focused on a singular task and not the world around him, it was when he couldn't sleep, and when he was working. <br/><br/>Putting the two together meant that he'd zoned out so thoroughly that by the time Marley appeared, he didn't realize it was 3am, nor did he realize you couldn't see brown outside anymore; only white. Well they had their own power setup, and between him and Bart, they never had to worry about running out of juice for the Cathedral. So inside he was sure the thermostat was doing it's job. At some point, he'd even turned on some music for white noise.<br/><br/> It was some kind of smooth jazz or blues or something, but the droning in the background helped him focus even more. The sound of a wrench torquing a bolt on echoed loudly through the garage, but when he heard her voice, despite being elbow deep in the engine and 100% laser pointed at his task, he immediately stopped and looked over his shoulder with a smile. "You say that...but here we are. Seems to me it's workin' just fine," he rasped with his usual snarkiness. <br/><br/>The noise of him working didn't resume before she asked how Betty was doing. "She'll live like usual. It's funny, though. This thing is bulletproof, mineproof, probably rocket proof. But all that sand gets in her like a virus, makin' her act all weird. I'll probably have to airblast her before the next mission, but she's tough...not as tough as <em>someone</em> I know, but a close second," he grinned as he finally rose from underneath the hood and let it slam down. <br/><br/>Walking over to a drum of scalding hot water, he activated his powers then dunked his hands in up to the elbow. Steam poured from the water against his skin, but in truth, he was just fine. All the hot water did was boil off the grease and grime he'd accumulated while he worked. When he felt clean enough, he removed his arms and wiped them down with a towel. <br/><br/>After drying himself, he reached a hand out for her to take and then walked outside, up to the remains of a tree with a bench attached to it's bottom most, thickest branch. "I couldn't sleep again," he said suddenly after they got there. <br/><br/>"I can go for days with my eyes open now. Either that...or the nightmares start back up." He sighed, turning to look at her. "I can't stop it. Nothin' works, Marley...<em>nothin'</em>." She was one of his closest friends, and more than definitely his closest confidant. He could and did talk to her about anything, because she would always listen.<br/><br/> "And I just...I can't handle seein' them. Not like that. It breaks my heart every single time cuz I feel like even though we won, we lost so much and...I dunno I coulda done more? Saved more people? Killed more of them? Done it better or somethin'. I mean...I just...<em>fuck</em>!" He ran his fingers over his hair, then plopped down onto the tree swing. Even though he could always talk to Marley, it didn't mean he was always concise with what he meant. But she was one of the few who could handle that too. <br/></span><br/>