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Who: Galen Howard and YOU!
What: Wandering on the beach, smoking, throwing rocks!
When: Day 30, afternoon.
Where: The edge of the water, near houses 20, 9, and the lighthouse.
It's easy for Galen to feel like he's trapped in a movie, when he's alone. After arriving in a strange place, encountering all kinds of impossible things, and to top it all off, being told that he may end up going insane at the hands of a living nightmare, it's hard to feel like this is real life. But there's really a God here, there's really a sweet doctor who turns into an angry green monster, and he's really become good friends with a woman who works regularly with the supernatural. It's almost strange to think that just a few weeks ago, he was working early radio, spending long hours in writing sessions, going on dates with his non-traumatized boyfriend -- it all seems so damn normal, in comparison.
He doesn't like being alone, but sometimes he needs it. He isn't far, at least; Galen has nicked one of Jesse's remaining cigarettes and has wandered out to the beach, not too close to the lighthouse -- and not too close to the water's edge, either. After the boxes, he really doesn't trust this open expanse between land and God-knows-where, no matter how soothing and home-like it sounds.
Galen crouches, digging where the sand and the snow meet for a rock of the right size and shape. When he finds it, he rolls it over in his hand a few times, then winds back and throws it -- he freezes for a second, arm midair, one foot kicking slightly up off the sand, as he watches the rock go; it drops with a deep plunk several yards off-shore, swallowed by the roll of the waves. He repeats this action with another rock, cigarette pinched firmly between his lips, humming something unrecognizable quietly under his breath.
What: Wandering on the beach, smoking, throwing rocks!
When: Day 30, afternoon.
Where: The edge of the water, near houses 20, 9, and the lighthouse.
It's easy for Galen to feel like he's trapped in a movie, when he's alone. After arriving in a strange place, encountering all kinds of impossible things, and to top it all off, being told that he may end up going insane at the hands of a living nightmare, it's hard to feel like this is real life. But there's really a God here, there's really a sweet doctor who turns into an angry green monster, and he's really become good friends with a woman who works regularly with the supernatural. It's almost strange to think that just a few weeks ago, he was working early radio, spending long hours in writing sessions, going on dates with his non-traumatized boyfriend -- it all seems so damn normal, in comparison.
He doesn't like being alone, but sometimes he needs it. He isn't far, at least; Galen has nicked one of Jesse's remaining cigarettes and has wandered out to the beach, not too close to the lighthouse -- and not too close to the water's edge, either. After the boxes, he really doesn't trust this open expanse between land and God-knows-where, no matter how soothing and home-like it sounds.
Galen crouches, digging where the sand and the snow meet for a rock of the right size and shape. When he finds it, he rolls it over in his hand a few times, then winds back and throws it -- he freezes for a second, arm midair, one foot kicking slightly up off the sand, as he watches the rock go; it drops with a deep plunk several yards off-shore, swallowed by the roll of the waves. He repeats this action with another rock, cigarette pinched firmly between his lips, humming something unrecognizable quietly under his breath.
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"Pretty much." They're definitely a gang. They're definitely trying to make a difference. And those bitches are definitely his sidekicks. "You're not wrong." Per se.
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"I'm just curious, dude, for real. You don't have to spill anything, but I'd kinda like to know."
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It's obvious Ghoul's grappling with something big internally. Kobra's been spouting his mouth off to the dark haired girl, but he and Party think she's okay. And he knows the red head and the robot know. The Kid needs to learn to keep his mouth shut instead of befriending every single person he talks to. But it's done. It's out in the open. Fine, then. The basics.
He stares at nothing in particular, nodding to himself and hooking his thumbs in his pockets. Okay. Fine. "The place we come from's not so nice. The only things not tryin' to kill you are your crew. There's a great big bad sitting on a throne of lies, controlling everything it can get it's hands on and we don't fucking like it. So we fight it. Fight with all we got. We fight and we survive."
Are you following, Galen? Ghoul moves closer, peering at his face to be sure he gets it. Make sure he understands everything he's saying and part of what he's not saying. They're crazy because it keeps them alive. They gave him crap because they couldn't trust him. Nothing personal. It's survival. That behaviour was fucking necessary and while he's sorry it had to happen to Galen, he's still not entirely sorry.
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"... Okay. Good, that's a good start. Kinda makes things make a little more sense." He shrugs. "Must've been a real culture shock for you guys, coming here."
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Ghoul's expression darkens and his hands clench into fists. "Listen, Howard. We need our secrets. You've got our faces, our masks are useless. Secrets are all we have. Get me? If you need to know somethin', we'll tell you." But he gets it. He does. He understands now. There's a hint of that smile from before. "Gotta respect that you're not prying. Really do. You're right, it's a start."
But it's not over. Not so fast.
"All in due time, huh?" There it is. That shit eating grin. He's not done with you, Galen Howard. Not even close.
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"Yeah, I'll hold you to that," he says, smiling a bit. "I'll subscribe to that newsletter. Um -- I guess we all got off on the wrong foot, cuz you guys aren't so bad."
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"Told ya so. We're not bad, just suspicious as fuck. You wanna grab a drink?"
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"Yeah, alright. -- How is it that we're out of shit like bread, but not booze?"
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But it won't last forever. He's prepared for that. Going without is just going back to normal. Booze is a luxury. You can bet he's hoarding and stocking up on anything that lasts. Anything they're gonna need. Back to rations and eating from a can. That's normal. That's more like it. Feels more real.
Ghoul claps a hand on Galen's shoulder as they head for the bar.