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[sub][color=38CB1A][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside -> Cafeteria
[color=38CB1A][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=38CB1A][b]Mentions[/b][/color] [@Killy]
[color=38CB1A][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Mikhail Afanasyev, Open [/sub]

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Normally, Cassidy would have gone for his run first thing in the morning before most people were even awake. Being up at the crack of dawn was never difficult for him unless something kept him up all night. He was a decent sleeper before coming to this school. His schedule was flawless down to the minute. And yet somehow he ended up with problems sleeping seemingly out of nowhere. Except he knew it wasn't out of nowhere. He could pinpoint the moment it started without fail. He knew it was that night, that song. it seemed the dreams were becoming more frequent and far more bizarre as time carried on. Last night had been one of those nights when he'd woken up in a cold sweat with a lullaby playing through his head. It gave him chills just thinking about it, so he decided not to think about it. He would just do his run after his first class.

The route he took was the same as every other morning, but at dawn, there weren't nearly as many people running around trying to get to and from class. At dawn, he was virtually alone jogging around the campus along his route. Now he had to swerve around other people that refused to get out of the lithe dancer's way. He wasn't exactly imposing. Cassidy completely ignored them, to the best of his ability. He didn't bother shooting apologetic glances as he bobbed and weaved around bodies to keep the proper pace. The rock music blaring in his ears helped distract him from any rude looks from narrow misses. He was graceful from his years of ballet and didn't assume he would actually run into anyone. Not that it was impossible. He was pretty distracted. Even with music being blasted directly into his brain, that song somehow managed to permeate through.

As he reached the cafeteria, Cassidy slowed to a stop. He looked up at the building for a moment. He should probably stop and get a bottle of water. He didn't bring any with him this time and hydration was important. Pushing a hand back over his sweaty blonde hair, he sighed and made his way inside. He was practically done anyway. With his earbuds still in, Cassidy made his way to one of the counters to get a simple bottle of water. Before he reached it, though, an earsplitting screech emitted from his right earbud for a split second before the rock and roll song morphed into that fucking lullaby.

Tearing his headphones from his ear by the cord, the blonde stumbled back a few steps and directly into another student. The impact to his back sent chills straight up his spine and he spun somehow perfectly on one heel to face them. [color=38CB1A]"Sorry."[/color] He breathed, clearly disturbed. Despite no longer having his headphones in, he could still hear the song playing lightly, as if on a faraway piano. His green eyes glanced in the direction it seemed to be coming from, and he took in a table full of students that were chatting. They didn't look like they belonged in the same place. It was bizarre. He contemplated approaching them and asking if one of them was playing music on their phone, perhaps. But no... that was ridiculous. The song in his head didn't exist. It was just something his mother made up for him when he was a child...

Glancing back at the boy he'd collided with, Cassidy was suddenly aware that his behavior had caused him to spill his drink. The blonde's eye widened slightly and he tucked his earbuds away in his pocket. [color=38CB1A]"Please, let me buy you another coffee."[/color] He insisted, a winning smile replacing the disorientation he'd just exhibited. It would be a welcome distraction from the ringing that continued in his ear.

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