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@ashjacobson
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Yes. Though I do not know who he is, I know his face. It is enough.
Why, do you want to make sure he does not steal again?
Uh, if you're insinuating violence -- I'm not sure I'm up for that.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Oh, very good thing. I don’t use the word “adorable” lightly.
I don' recall ever bein' called that before, but thanks I suppose.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Right. Everyone’s got their sob story.
Life was pretty awful and all—but this isn’t exactly the ideal relief.
Nah, 'course it isn't. Far from it. But I'm just sayin' we're able to get things done and still exist here.. rather than being flat out dead.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
It was justified, if it is any comfort. He was a thief.
Well nobody should steal.
Relieved to hear you didn't jus' bust up a fight for no reason. Do ya' know who stole from you?
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
A fight?
I am sorry for disturbing you, then. It may have been me.
Uh, sure.
I mean, it's fine.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Insinuating anything can happen here that sounds pleasant?
Well.. maybe. I mean, to the ones that had worse lives.. you never know.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Aren’t you a sad, adorable puppy dog?
Uh.. is that a bad or a good thing?
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
It is what it is, doll. Can’t change any of it.
Didn' say we can, but that is the worst part.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
There is very little pleasant that happens, I think. Depends on ‘pleasant’.
That's true, I probably didn't use the right word there.
I've been holin' up in my place for awhile, so nothin' in my opinion has been pleasant really, but I've heard people fightin' outside. Thin walls, you know? Definitely not pleasant.
Maybe it's time I stepped out of the shadows.
Missed a lot, haven' I?
Gotta say most of it sounds unpleasant.
It's Halloween, right?
Besides her, it was a crappy life, Ash. I wasn’t a good person. I was a stupid whore who ended up getting pregnant at 15, then attempted to change herself, got “engaged” to her boyfriend out of fear of being alone then ended up getting killed by the bastard in front of her own daughter…
That does not make you a bad person, you just made mistakes like everyone does. He did that to you and your daughter, then he is the person in the wrong here. You've got to know that. I've always been convinced that I'm a bad person, but I only ever spent time around my parents who both didn't care. My father especially made my life a living hell, so I listened to his words because I had no other option. It's sort-of a similar situation if you think about it.
It's Halloween, right?
Eh. You know what I mean about breathing; it wasn’t literal.
Probably nothing. Or is it something? We may never know—or may know soon. I’d rather not know.
Yeah, I know.
Well, if it does end up bein' somethin, I just want it over with fast.
It's Halloween, right?
Yeah…
I really wish I could be home today.
I know.
And it kills me, 'cause you had a life. Dunno what kinda life it was exactly, but you had a daughter. You had so much to live for and it just - shouldn't have happened. And I'm becomin' a downer like I said. Sorry.
It's Halloween, right?
Ugh, yeah, gods.
Though—they haven’t been doing much lately. I mean, they let us throw that party. You think they could be up to something, or are they just letting us breathe for once?
Well, we're here. I really don' think they're just lettin' us breathe, you know? They've never done that without havin' a little somethin' up their sleeves for afters.
But.. we shouldn't get suspicious. Yeah, 'tis probably nothin'.
This Hell is Not Home || Caryn & Ash
Caryn’s vision followed the direction Ash was pointing until she found the tree stump. She hadn’t given much thought to it until now, but since it was the focus of her sights, she couldn’t help but think. In Vermont, there was never just one tree down. There were multiple, and they were often cut down where they had room to fall. There weren’t any rings on the trunk, but it was obvious it was as old as every other tree in existence in the Otherworld. Why was it there? The Gods did nothing without a purpose, it seemed, so the location of the stump had to be as significant as the stump itself. Was it hiding something, or was it a symbol of something? For a moment, Caryn had the urge to walk to it and examine it, but their journey was not to find a stump in the middle of a dense forest. It was to find the other side of this Hell.
"Yeah, we definitely passed that. Shit." Caryn was definitely out of her element by this point. She liked to have some sort of idea, some sort of control. She needed to know which way was up, but now, she was completely in the dark. She was weakening. She couldn’t show that- not to Ash, not to the Gods, and certainly not to herself. The weaker she got, the more she would shut herself off to avoid others seeing the side she refused to show, and the more alone she would be come- she couldn’t handle that. She needed to find the way. She needed to regain her strength. "Since we’ve gone that way before, why don’t we go…" she turned to the right, pointing to the other side of the knotted tree, "that way."
She began to walk before she heard his answer, tugging lightly on his jacket to ensure he was following her. Caryn was determined to find their way before she either went mad or her legs went numb from this piercing cold- okay, it was definitely colder here than in town. She was on high alert by now- nothing got past her sights, no sound didn’t pass her ears. It took a few moments for her to realize her hand was still gripping the arm of Ash’s jacket, which she then released as they continued walking. It seemed to be eternity that they walked (really, how long had it been?), but, as if by some miracle she knew the Gods didn’t provide, they found it. The temperature began to rise, which lead them to the edge of the woods, facing… what was it? The ground was cracked and seemed to be singed, and Caryn swore she saw shadowy figures in the background, slightly resembling something human. There was a stream mere feet away, and she felt herself drawing closer to the body of water. “Come on,” she beckoned to Ash, a slight grin growing upon her features.
Most of the residents of the Otherworld had long stopped questioning why some of the things were the way they were. Of course Ashton had to be one of those complicated people that couldn't help but question everything. He saw something out of place; he instantly worried. That was just the way things had always been. And this afterlife, this twisted world that shouldn't have even been allowed to exist - it made him wonder far too much. Spending too much time in your own head usually never ended up in the greatest of places, but he had never had anywhere else to go apart from wandering the dark pit that was his own mind. There was nothing here for him but torture and sadness; no polite distraction that could get him away from bad thoughts. And this stump - it was something completely random and no doubt out of place. Now his mind was headed in a totally different direction to where it should have been heading - their destination. He didn't half get distracted easily.
Ash probably would have stood there for hours with his thoughts wandering off into unknown places if it hadn't been for Caryn's slight tug of his jacket. Even contemplating the idea of doing this on his own seemed quite ridiculous to him now. He probably wouldn't have even gotten past the border, or maybe he was just convinced that he couldn't. Everyone knew people could change immediately in a fit of desperate hope. It all came down to what you wanted badly enough. So he tore himself away from his previous spot, feeling more thankful for the short-haired woman than she would ever understand. It was a difficult circumstance - not finding the idea of wandering the woods for hours more and freezing to the bone pleasant in the slightest, but going back to the shabby apartment he had no choice but to call a home wasn't the most appealing option either. The position they were both in now gave him hope, and that was far more than he could get back there.
They walked and they walked, it could have been for an eternity because that is what it felt like. His feet were sore, and he was pretty sure his boots had gotten scuffed along the way but something kept pushing him forward. Something was pushing both of them forward it turned out, as he turned his head sideways to regard his partner in this task. It was only just then that he even felt the hand in which gripped his arm. Which was strange in itself - apart from the fact that his whole being felt numb, touch was something he had never gotten in his past life. All of it being negative. And then her hand was gone before he even had a real chance to think about it, and a strange airiness seemed to fall all around them. All of a sudden it felt like somewhat of a challenge to move his feet forward; make progress in steps. He swore there was something wrong, something off. But something was also intriguing about the whole moment. The lake - stream or whatever it was seemed to be just sitting there, and it was all too tempting. One look at Caryn and he knew she felt the same. So he followed her; close but not too close to whatever this was. But then his arm grabbed hers and uncertainty rushed over him like a wave. "Don' you think this is kinda weird? I mean - are you sure this is the right thing to do?"
It's Halloween, right?
It’s totally okay, I would have been a downer anyway.
Yeah, well.. me too probably.
It's Halloween, right?
And a little extra.
Because the gods love surprises.
Damn those gods and their surprises.
