"Put me up on the angels' shoulders"
Gabriel Lucas September 29, 1979 - July 6, 2014

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"Put me up on the angels' shoulders"
Gabriel Lucas September 29, 1979 - July 6, 2014
Nobody said it was easy Oh, it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start
September 29, 1979 || Tessa & Gabe
"It’s not ALL the time. You’re so fuckin’ dramatic." Tessa says, shaking her head but she’s smiling. She did yell a lot, though she rarely meant it. Loud was just the volume she was best at. Her family had used the Irish intercom, which was just shouting through the house until you got an answer. Beyond that, she had to shout to be heard over her brothers, or over the metal clank and loud noise of her father’s shop, or the bar where they would go drink after a long day. Those reasons didn’t exist anymore, but it seemed the part of her brain that controlled her voice hadn’t gotten that memo. Lowering her voice to a whisper she glances up at him. "Is this better?" she asks with a small grin.
Tessa laughs for a moment as he knocks into her, but as he talks the gears in her head whir to life. “No, wait, dude. That’s actually like, a really good idea.” she says, still grinning from the humor of his words but her mind is moving too fast to let her really laugh or think of something funny to say back. “Don’t they use like gas stoves? If we could find one we might have a way to take like a mini kitchen with her wherever we go. Like… have actual hot food.” she says excitedly. There’s probably a reason they can’t, but it hasn’t occurred to her yet. All she can think about right now is having a hot meal.
Tessa practically bounces from foot to foot. “Gabe, let’s go steal a food truck!” she says with a wide smile lighting up her face. She knocks into him, gently so it won’t throw him off balance. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. Where could we find one? That’s like a city thing right? I only ever saw them on those Food Network shows.” she admits with a shrug. It’s not as if they are going to jump in her car and drive to the nearest city and hunt down a food truck, and Tessa will remember that in a moment, but for this precise moment there’s a look of pure, unadulterated excitement on her face at the idea of her and Gabe’s little adventure.
Gabe couldn't help the smile that splits his face at Tessa's whisper, a volume he had rarely heard from the short woman. It made him laugh lightly, tongue caught between his teeth at his silly best friend, his sister. With her terrible taste in men and her heavy machinery weapons. Getting excited over the prospect of them stealing a food truck, something he hadn't intended as a good idea. But, even he had to admit, a hot meal sounded amazing. The idea bubbled and boiled in his head, like maybe he could think of more useful reasons for a food truck, like keeping an easier list of food and always know who is taking food, and taking it too much, if there was such a thing.
Sweat dripped down his neck and his brain felt heavy, like the weight of the food truck sat atop it, but the pressure is slightly overwhelming. It couldn't be the food truck. That was a good idea, and this sticky heat and nausea felt terrible. Maybe it was guilt, that he should've tried and been nicer to Thomas, given the man his blessing without question, though he still didn't like the man or trust him with Tessa's heart. With a sigh, he opened up his mouth, to give a blessing he had owed Thomas, "Hey, Tess-"
Something popped in the back of his head, an idea bursting to life and it stopped the delicate way he wished to give Tessa his blessing without spoiling any surprises for her of what her future would hold. But a new thought invaded his brain. No, not a thought. A memory. It was there, sitting at the very center of his mind. "September 29, 1979. That's my birthday." A small smile appeared on his face, almost shy as if a typical Gabe grin would scare the recollection away. "I remembered."
The shot through the air was unmistakable and Jiminy sprang to life at the noise, filling Gabe's short frame as he stretched to life. The box plummeted to the ground, the metallic sound of cans smashing and rolling away from their crash site. Gabe had dropped them somehow, his hands refusing to budge from the clenched position they had found themselves in. His body fell, back colliding with the ground as a warm wetness drenched his neck, like he had broken out into such a sweat due to the intense heat and fog. But the liquid was red, hot and so entirely his. Breathing became difficult, then impossible as the warm life source clogged and stifled him. His hands came up, shaking to cover the wound but it doesn't help. Blood spat from between his teeth and his eyes grew wide and horrified.
Jiminy was there, trying to make his hands work and the spirit grew frustrated with its beloved host, who wouldn't listen to his silent pleas to move and heal himself, to turn over and empty out the blood spurting from between his fingers, an artery hit. But Jiminy did the next best thing. His friend was tired of fighting. Gabe had helped these people, not just with medical attention. Jiminy could've chosen anyone to do that. But he had chosen Gabe, because Gabe was the kindest soul he had ever examined. A few cuts and bruises, a few gashes healed, but when Jiminy thought about the smiles, the way people's faces lit up when they spoke to his dying friend, he could never bring such happiness.
So Jiminy did his best to wrap himself around Gabe, to keep him warm while the next few moments passed. He eased the pain, almost humming sweet songs into the man's ear to lull him to sleep, where he wouldn't have to worry every day for the people he made laugh. And Gabe smiled too, a small smile up at the heavens that seemed to shine in his big, blue eyes. He wasn't alone. Jiminy would never let Gabe be alone. Not even in death.
September 29, 1979 || Tessa & Gabe
Tessa placed a box of can in Gabe’s arms before grabbing one for herself. The weight hardly bothered her, but her height worked to her disadvantage. If she stacked one atop another she wouldn’t have been able to see. At Gabe’s question she just rolls her eyes and turns to flash him a smile. “I don’t yell that much, dude. Only like, when you don’t get my awesome movie references.” she says, pushing herself towards a better mood. It was getting a little bit easier every day. Overcoming sadness was like riding a bike to Tessa, after a rocky start she always remembered what to do, which was keep going.
Tossing her hair out of her face, she thinks maybe she should have pulled it up before coming outside. Between the fog and the July heat, it was sticking to the slick skin of her neck and with her hands occupied, it was driving her nuts. “We’re gonna put them near the desk Mr. DeWitt had set up when everyone first showed up. Just follow me.” she instructs as they move closer to the building.
Tessa glances around as they walk, but there’s nothing to see with this fog. Instead she looks again at Gabe and smiles wide. “You alright? Arms aren’t gonna fall off or anything right? ‘Cause if I have to run around the fog chasing cans, I am definitely yelling.” she jokes with a little laugh.
"Which is all the time. That's all the time. You yell about that, all the time," Gabe chastised quickly with the delivery of a younger sibling, forcing himself to be angry that his sister picks on him. But he wasn't angry at all and it showed upon the large grin tearing at his face. Maybe one day he would remember these movies Tessa loved, and could quote them with her and laugh. And hopefully he had always liked them, because God forbid he didn't. She might bite his head off for that. She'd definitely chew his ear off on a rant to end all rants.
Gabe followed her through the fog, mostly because she had a particular destination in mind and his sense of direction was so terrible, the fog just might have made it the slightest bit better. At her question, the musician chuckled, nodding his head vigorously, "Yep. Ya know, just because I'm not super strong doesn't mean I can't carry cans. Not like their made of, I don't know, Josie's nerves, or something." But for good measure, he checked around himself to make sure he didn't see the short blonde appearing through the fog like a bad omen.
"We should get a food truck, ya know," Gabe continued, knocking lightly into Tessa with his shoulder and smiling down at her, although it wasn't a long way down from his height, "That way, we just come out and order what we want. 'I'll have the mixed vegetable medley, thank you.' Or you could be like 'What's the special today? Hope it's not canned peaches again. It is? Okay, nevermind, I'll take some corn.'"
September 29, 1979 || Tessa & Gabe
Stopping his mouth from spilling to Tessa his conversation with Thomas last night was a trial, but Gabe managed. It was difficult to push those thoughts from his mind, that his opinion would matter in a way that affected someone's future. But he wasn't going to lie to himself either. Perhaps, Thomas wanted to gain more gold stars with his girlfriend, possible fiance, by asking someone she cares for if they could have their blessing to get married. It had put Gabe off of sleeping. It had almost put him off of playing Lily, but almost nothing could successfully do that.
Tessa approaching him and asking, though it was more like a kind demand, that Gabe come outside and help her had shot ice through his veins, as if she'd ask him about his conversation with Thomas last night and then scold him on not being nice enough to a man who doesn't deserve her. But Gabe had given his advice, told Tessa how he felt about her relationship, and if she didn't want to listen then that was on her. It was her relationship, not Gabe's.
After a bit of convincing, Gabe convinced Tessa to let him carry at least carry the box of canned food they were bringing in from her car, heavy from the amount of tin and metal resting their weight upon his arms, but he managed. The fog swirled around them, thick and suffocating, making his exposed skin feel sticky with the humidity. Summer and fog were a terrible combination. "Okay, don't yell, but, where am I putting these again?"
{Thomas runs a hand through his hair. He knows he hadn’t given the other a good first impression. Or second or third or fourth with the way he and Tessa had been fighting a couple of months ago. Still, he had wanted this to go better.} Not going to happen, but you still get a room to be around him or her.
Why are you asking me? {Gabe stops playing suddenly, staring at Thomas next to him, eyes narrowed with confusion and slight annoyance. Now all we wants is peace and quiet, and Thomas is ruining that.} It's not like I'm gonna tell her not to marry you. She won't listen, anyway, so what's the point? {He gets up in a huff, and he thinks it's a good thing he had stayed away from the wine and hadn't given into a vice that made me a rather cruel person. He steps down off the bleachers and turns to look at Thomas, the man asking him for some sort of blessing to marry his best friend.} I don't like you, you don't like me. We can leave it at that. {He quirks a brow.} So name a kid after me or it's a no. {He turns to leave then, Lily in hand and it's ambiguous whether he's joking or not.}
{Thomas frowns at the man, wondering if his somewhat-ambiguous statement was that confusing.} I’m not going to make her a little chainsaw gun, I’m going to marry her. If she says yes, that is.
Oh. {Gabe repeats, eyes back on his guitar as he begins to play again. But he feels tense. It hadn't been what he had expected Thomas to say. And why is the threatening man asking him anyway? When it had come to Thomas, he doesn't believe Tessa ever really listened to him. Why would his opinion matter there now? It wouldn't. He know it wouldn't. With a sigh, Gabe shakes his head, continuing to play, eyes out in front of him.} Only if you name your eventual kid after me.
She does what she wants. Doesn’t mean your opinion doesn’t matter to her. {Thomas sighs.He’s starting to think this isn’t a great idea, but he pushes through.} Tessa gave me her parents’ wedding rings, told me to get rid of them. I’m thinking of giving new meaning to them.
Oh. {Gabe perks up at that, suddenly very serious, and not so irritated as he had been before. He stops strumming, turning his face to look at Thomas truly.} I can't manipulate metal. That's a blue mark thing. Well some of them. One of them? Whoever made that wall metal.
{Thomas stops when he’s on the level Gabe’s at, sits down, and places his elbows on his knees. He’s not exactly nervous about this, but it’s nothing to be excited about either. The idea’s that’s been circulating in his head would work better if Gabe didn’t object to it.} Listen, Gabe. Since you two are pretty close, I want to run something by you. Something that won’t happen for a while, but I’m thinking you might want some getting used to it.
{Gabe glances out of the corner of his eye at Thomas, continuing to pluck away at his guitar as if the man's presence doesn't bother him as much as it does. It's not secret probably to Thomas that Gabe doesn't like him. Tessa probably tells the man everything, which irks her friend slightly.} Her life. Not like she's ever listened to me before. Shouldn't matter now. {He pauses, because that tasted too bitter to him.} Go 'head.
[Darcy laughs at that, half amused by the comment and half relieved that he doesn’t seem annoyed at her. His next comment has her chuckling once more, and she nods] Yep, that’s you. ‘Least I hope it is, or I need to get way better at taking pictures. [She grins and shakes her head lightly.] Who knew, right? Low-tech is the new high-tech.
Pretty cool. {Gabe says with a wide grin up at the woman, handing her photograph back although he's not sure if he's supposed. It's rather bizarre handing someone a picture of yourself.} I'm Gabe, by the way. Case ya wanted to know who the pretty damn good looking model in your picture is.
{Gabe’s statement is cut short as soon as he sees him, and Thomas smirks a little at the curt answer that follows. He starts to climb up the bleachers slowly.} So, apparently you’ve earned yourself a guest room at my future house.
Well, Tessa and I are friends, so... {Gabe doesn't continue the statement, mostly because he hadn't known where it was going. He continues to strum the guitar quietly, keeping his head down to try and focus more on the music than Thomas's imposing presence. Where was Josie when you need her?}
[The man looks up, squinting from the flash and Darcy pulls a face - it really is a pain how bright the stupid thing is. She takes comfort in that he doesn’t sound angry, at least, and her voice is apologetic.] Uh…yeah, sorry. Normally I ask, but…well it was just such a good moment for a picture. [She bites a lip and shrugs sheepishly, shaking out the polaroid that’s starting to develop and holding it out to him.] You wanna see?
No pictures, please. {Gabe says with an air of mock attitude as he blocks his face with his hands. But there's a goofy grin upon his lips that he can't conceal. He blinks rapidly, still trying to clear his vision from the fading yellow blips and his hands go for his guitar again. But then the woman is handing him something, a small picture, beginning to develop.} This is me? Woah. Suddenly, the Polaroid becomes cool again.
{Thomas enters the gym to make sure nothing valuable had been left out after the previous night. He hears the strumming coming from one side of the cavernous room and arches an eyebrow. Gabe may annoy the man, but he has to admit he’s talented.} You know any songs by the Beatles?
{Gabe smirks down at his guitar as he continues to strum. What kind of question is that?! Of course he does.} Do I know any songs by the Beat- {He immediately stops the slightly sarcastic question when he looks up and his eyes fall upon Thomas. A dear trapped in headlights, it's amazing his hand keeps plucking away at the guitar string.} Yep. {He replies quickly.}
No not really. I think learning institutions have a foreboding quality[ Felicia replied with a slight smile. She looked over at the man before nodding her head] I’m Felicia. I don’t think we’ve met formally
Ah, Gabe. {He gives a wide, goofy grin with a wave of his hand towards Felicia.} Hello. {It's accompanied by a slightly nervous laughter before he drops the hand.} Nice to meet you. Despite it all. What with the apocalypse and the foreboding quality of the school.
[Darcy bites her bottom lip as she writes in her journal, her mind thoroughly occupied by the task until a nearby sound makes her lift her head. Her lips curve upward when she sees the man strumming on his guitar a couple rows away from her, and the music is nice. It’s been a while since she’s heard any, and after everything that’s happened in the past couple days it makes her glad to see last night’s festivities at least lifted someone’s mood a bit. Without thinking about it she reaches into her bag and pulls out her camera, scooting carefully across the bleacher she’s on until she’s got a good angle. Normally she would ask permission first, but she wants this photo to be natural so lifts the Polaroid to her eye and then clicks the button, a photo instantly emerging after the bright flash.]
{The flash is almost blinding and an odd noise comes from the guitar as Gabe's hand falters. He looks up, blinking through the little white dots blurring his vision and squinting at a blonde he isn't too familiar with.} Did you just take a picture? {He sounds more confused than anything else, not aggravated or demanding. Mostly, he just wants to know it's not a new monster trick.}
{Gabe sits on a bleacher in the gym, strumming at his guitar thoughtfully as he stares out at where the Independence Day party had been. It had been a nice one, he muses. A good way to celebrate, a peaceful way too. And it had been nice to see everyone smile like that. Because they hadn't smile since the shamblers attacked a few days ago. But tonight, he's simply grateful. Thankful to be amongst these people, that most of them are safe. And he hopes that the ones he doesn't know about, are making their way home soon.}
[Felicia rolled her eyes as she looked around the new location her arms were crossed as she took a seat and stared at the room. It was better not to get used to places , because they were always moving. She uncrossed her arms and let out a sigh] I almost miss the police station. [she said with slight humor to her voice]
Don't like schools? {Gabe asks, plucking away at his guitar as he strolls into the room. Josie had forced him away from her side, because his idle strumming had begun to annoy her, as it so often did.}