The True Turing Machine

Hearing the laboured breathing of the man behind him, Garrett started to slow down his pace. It wasn’t until the stranger known as Drew had trouble breathing that he finally realized just how fast he was going. Years of spending time around Werewolves had made him forget that humans had trouble with walking at quite a fast pace for a while. Looking behind him, Garrett had no choice but to stop, allowing the younger man to catch him up. “The bar will be closed by the time we get there” he chuckled before pulling a cartoon of smokes out of his lapel.

Drew shook his head disbelieving how in shape the man must be. "I knew I should have gotten a car." His jokes did not do much to encourage him. He was seriously beginning to question whether or not he should indeed go with this new man to the bar. "How can you smoke and still be in such good shape?" He asked incredulously. It seemed entirely unfair.

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She didn’t feel like conversing with him any longer. It was one thing to be seemingly polite, and another to be joking around like old friends. Especially with someone beneath her. She noticed how relaxed he was now, and quickly decided that it was time to make an exit. “It was nice meeting you, mister, but my sorority sisters are still waiting for me and I don’t want to make them wait.” And with that, she left.

Her sudden change in demeanor left him standing there in confusion. It seemed to be going so well, he had no idea where it went wrong. The next thing he knew she was walking away already. She had so easily deflected away his nervousness, and he didn't even have a chance to thank her. "Thanks for the talk." He called out her waving. If nothing else, he could at least go home in peace.

#c:lydia #chat

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Garrett quickly shook the man’s hand before spinning himself around once again and walking off through the town. Garrett had always been faster than everyone else, even when he was a little child, he was faster than his younger siblings, and that didn’t change as time went on. Looking behind him, he smiled as he saw the stranger behind him “Come on slow coach, hurry up!” He shouted “My nan could move faster than that, and she was in a walking frame”.

Drew struggled to catch up. He was never a very fit man, but trying to keep up with him deemed impossible. The man seemed like nothing could stop him. "I'm trying. you're just too fast." He could barely wheeze out between breaths. Still he managed to catch up if only for a moment. "She must have been in great health then, because I just can't compete."

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"A fear of the dark? I suppose you should probably stick close to the street lights then." She noticed the shift in his body temperature, how he was a lot less tense. Although she hated being friendly to the humans of Bindlebrim, she had a reputation to uphold. A reputation that didn’t include magic and wickedness. She smiled, and though she didn’t know if he was in any way useful, she was still friendly. "Please don’t tell me you still sleep with a night light…"

"Maybe not a fear of the dark exactly. More that I just don't like it." He shrugged trying to trivialize it. The last thing he needed was for this girl to think he was scared of everything. "Okay, I won't tell you then." He said laughing. "I'm just kidding. I'm not that bad." He didn't know how he could be making jokes at this time of the night, but it was nice to be able to talk to someone like this.

#c:lydia #chat

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Two months of living in the town had given Garrett a murky blueprint of the town. Most of the buildings which he remembered were in fact either restaurants or twenty four hour bars, the latter being the one which the werewolf visited most often in order to try and drown out the screaming inside his mind. It wasn’t long after he had moved into the town that Garrett had found himself in yet another bar with a tight grip around a glass of beer and a cigarette in his spare, yet trembling hand.

At the mention of taking lead, Garrett rushed past the stranger and walked away in front of him, not looking back to register that he was being followed. Not one hundred yards distance away from his first meeting place with the stranger, and Garrett stopped suddenly before spinning himself around on the balls of his feet and walking back to the other. He had always been told to introduce himself to strangers before taking them out for a drink, not that he did it very often. “Name’s Garrett” he smirked before extending his hand for the other to shake.

Drew watched as the man took off a fast pace. He barely had enough time to react before he was turning around and making his way back to him. "I'm Drew. Nice to meet you." He said as he accepted his hand. He wasn't unused to awkward encounters, but usually it was Drew who was awkward For once it seemed like he might have met his match.

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ponteguard-marius

Marius barely heard the voice calling out and there was no deciphering the one word that was uttered either, not right this second anyway. His brain was so clouded with alcohol, that the information took much longer to travel, for the syllables to turn into a coherent sound, something he could understand and respond to. He stumbled forward in the darkness, the light of the moon for only guide and laughed loud and bright, like he used to do it before, like being this hammered unlocked the part of him that allowed him to feel joy (he’d only regret it come morning). “Nobody.” he responded, voice an amused tone because for once this wasn’t meant as sarcasm, it was just pure unaltered truth.

#c:marius #chat #thanks it's great to be here

Drew watched the man stumble around clearly drunk. Part of his mind told him to just steer clear. When someone was like that, there was no telling what they would do. He didn't know what he would do though so instead he watched as the man rambled around. "Nobody? What's that supposed to mean?" He asked as he walked closer. He didn't want to get into a game of riddles with the drunk, but neither could he in good consciousness just leave the man be in the state he was in.

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If there was one thing which Garrett enjoyed most after a night on the prowl, it was a double vodka followed by nachos. They were the only two things which could settle his stomach after being transformed from man to wolf and vice versa, all in the time span of twelve hours. It was for this reason that Garrett had offered the man a drink, not because he was a Werewolf which had just been transformed, but because the tone of his voice.

Garrett was taken aback by the fact that the stranger had stopped and engaged him in conversation, he didn’t carry on walking, acting as if through Garrett was the Invisible Man. “Well then stranger, we can always get you a Cranberry juice with one of those little pink umbrellas.” Garrett replied with a small smile on his face. He didn’t smile because the situation was awkward or laughable, he smiled as a sign that he was safe, that he wasn’t going to harm anyone, at least not in human form, but he would have to wait to see if it had worked and the stranger felt more at ease.

Drew was hesitant at first to accept the man's offer. His unease with the town was still fresh in his mind, but this man had been nothing but cordial so far. The man had invited him to a bar, and that would be safe enough. Besides, he had told himself he needed to get out more and meet people, and wasn't this exactly what he was doing now?

"Sure. Lead the way then." Drew still didn't know where they would go since he didn't drink. He quickly checked his phone for the time, making sure it wasn't too late. It probably wouldn't be good for him to stay out too long since he did still have work tomorrow. "I have to admit that does sound pretty good."

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Poor little human, when had the mere act of walking become such a daunting task to be in such a state of tension? “Are you sure you’re fine? There’s no big, bad wolf hiding around this part of town. This neighborhood is relatively safe.” She gave him a friendly smile because she was the big, bad wolf. “And if you’re still a bit nervous, I could call a cab if you’ll like?”

#c:lydia #chat #no worries.#write what feels right

Drew couldn't help but smile at her words. He felt like a fool for feeling scared, but that was better than feeling scared. "Yeah, I am thanks. I've just never liked the dark. Childish I know, but I just can't seem to kick it." Somehow his irrational fear got the better of him, but seeing her so relaxed put him at ease. If she could be so sure of herself, why couldn't he? "That won't be necessary. Just talking to you has been enough for me. Thanks."

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It wasn’t rare for Lydia or any college girl in general to be out and about at such a late hour. Night life was just as important as what happens in the day, so heading over to a bar or even a frat party wasn’t uncommon in Lydia’s life. However, it was common sense that a woman should not be walking alone, though whoever would dare to attack Lydia Dimir had another thing coming, entirely. Looking up from her phone screen, she noticed a human man. Humans were not rare, but this one in particular seemed tense, even scared. That was a treat on its own. Answering his faint “hello”, she went up to the man, blue eyes glowing, “Are you alright, sir? You seem a bit discombobulated.”

#c:lydia #chat #Nice to meet you. I'm alex.

Drew was definitely taken by surprise by the young woman's sudden appearance. He definitely wasn't paying much attention, but she seemed to materialize out of the shadows. It took him a moment to calm himself, before he trusted himself to open his mouth. "Oh thanks. I'm fine. I'm just not a big fan of walking alone at night." His eyes must have been playing tricks on him because it almost looked like her eyes were glowing. Drew just passed it off as a trick of the light from the lamp he was just walking under. "You caught me by surprise though is all. I didn't see you at all." He hoped his unease wasn't showing. He was awkward enough without adding a nervousness to it.

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Garrett had often found late night walks did a good job at keeping his mind at peace. Between the horrifying nightmares and the screams in his ear, it was rare for the man to get a good nights sleep. Walking throughout the deserted streets was something which both used by some of the boundless energy he had, and silenced his mind enough for a power nap. If truth be told, the only thing Garrett wanted in that moment was to close his eyes and sleep for two months, but he knew that his wish was both illogical and impossible thanks to the recurring nightmares which plagued his every dreaming moment.

Taking a deep breath and wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Garrett pushed himself to walk forward toward the every dimming glow of the street light. It wasn’t until he was in close proximity of a silhouette that he heard the voice of a man who seemed a big on edge, much like Garrett himself. ” Not to be invasive of one’s own personal matters, but it sounds like you could use a drink.” He spoke, gaining ever closer to the passing stranger.

#c:garrett #chat #Hello. I'm alex

Drew always felt weird after a particularly strange case. He usually tried to forget about the details of a case after it was over, but it was just too difficult. By now, he just wanted to go home and now more than ever, Drew wanted a car. It wasn't a long walk, but he would feel so much safer with an even shorter drive. Unfortunately, he just couldn't afford one.

Drew nearly jumped in surprise when he heard the voice. "Oh um, thanks. I don't drink much though. I had a bad experience once." He wondered how long the man had been there. He didn't want to be rude and turn him down though. "Are there any places still open? I'm not much of a night owl." He didn't know why he was still talking to this man or telling him so much. He was a complete stranger, and he knew almost nothing about him.

rvivy

Once in a bluemoon, Dahlia would take strolls down quiet places. Most times it would be the cemetery, she would have had an excuse, “To visit a relative’s grave…" God knows how many Roux’s are buried in the ground. But today she didn’t feel like looking at inscribed gravestones of corpses that once were someone’s something. It wasn’t sadness, per se, that affected her but more about walking by so many soulless bodies. She felt like they were watching her, which was stupid, because they were dead, but when you know everything she did as a witch, you become quite paranoid. And her ability didn’t help much. Most times she could control it but when something or someone had strong supernatural connections, it wasn’t at will she learned of that certain thing’s history. It was chilly. She attempted to walk in a straight line, one feet in front of the other, possibly because of boredom. She was taking a break. And taking this route to the sorority was the longest way really. The sound of Elena Tonra’s voice blasted through her lime toned headphones.

❝take me, H O M E…

She hummed along with the song, in her own world, her mind was lost. She didn’t even sense someone coming. Her humming had turned quiet singing and her headphones prevented her from knowing how loud her voice was. But at that time she didn’t care, because for a moment she wasn’t Dahlia Roux, the Recruitment VP of Gamma Nu Omega, she wasn’t an important part of the huge college social scene; she was just Dahlia, a witch who tragically lost her father and entire family. A young girl who had yet to live or enjoy her entire life. A girl who, even for a moment and even for a silly reason, could be happy singing a song in a park all by herself. Sometimes she wondered, had she lost herself in the midst of all the ‘acting’? She barely remembered how she was like, it felt like that girl was long gone years ago. But she wasn’t. She was still there, somewhere. The music was getting louder or the park was getting quieter either way, she was enjoying herself. And of course then, she had to trip. Maybe walking in a straight line wasn’t that wise after all. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt a presence by her. Great, someone had watched all of her foolishness. She had her fingers crossed that it wasn’t someone she knew—-or someone from the university at least. Her palms were covered with dirt as she looked up to see who the person was, hoping she could make a believeable excuse.