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@gretchen-hall
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Uhhh…y’know, I don’t really remember. All I know is it’s like…crazy incest shit, like brothers and sisters and aunts and nephews and like, all kindsa weird shit. But it’s actually all about politics or something? I dunno, I thought it was kinda wack, but Mr. Ghysels was really into it. Said it was “culturally significant” or something. So I guess it was alright.
Oh. Wow. Well, it uh.... sounds-sounds like it had a lot going on.
You know I was thinking...
What if I found a kitten, would you be satisfied then? Or a puppy. I don’t know. Sometimes we run across them on missions.
Don't those animals have the virus sometimes?
You know I was thinking...
They were the ones in cages and safely away from the outside zombies.
Zombies don't have pets, Graysie! They aren't used to the responsibility of a feeding schedule!
You know I was thinking...
I’m sure all the animals are fine.
Not the ones in the zoos!
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Nah, it’s cool, I mean. He was old anyway, so. Maybe it was natural causes. Maybe.
World Lit. Only book I ever read in high school was One Hundred Years of Solitude. With him sitting over my shoulder. He was kind of a hard-ass, but he was funny as hell.
I've never heard of that book. What is it about?
Fuuuck... This!
Thanks. Hell yeah! I’ll come sprinting for you. Got my spider-stomping shoes on and everything
That's real sweet of you. Means a lot. But I kinda doubt you're here as the sector's official spider squasher. You got a day job, too?
Fuuuck... This!
Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little bit of blood. I’m Evan, but you can just call me Ej. Oh I forgot all about those little things… Well worry not! I could be your official spider killer… If you want that is.
Ej? I kinda like that. Oh, yeah? You'd come on over 'n kill those nasty spiders for me?
A Really Tiny Gang || Gretchie + Graysie
"Sometimes a personality is useful, and so that if you don’t know how to do anything else but the important stuff. You should learn to stop judging yourself so much," he grumbled, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath. "If you don’t like who you are, then change. Change until you’re the person you want to be and don’t let anyone tell you differently," Grayson blew out some smoke into the air, turning towards the younger girl when she mentioned keeping the secret. He couldn’t help but laugh when she pulled out all the undergarments, shaking his head, "That is what you decided on grabbing?" He smirked and couldn’t hide his laugh as he helped her, letting her cling to his arm so she felt more secure, "Do you always steal this kind of shit from the laundry room?" He ruffled Gretchen’s hair before nodding, "Yeah, brat, it looks fine."
Grayson, honestly, wasn’t ready to go back quite yet either. He didn’t get out often, truth be told. It was what he preferred, but recently he had tried to go out and terrorize people, finding some sort of satisfaction and excuse as to why he didn’t like other people. It was much easier to hate someone when they couldn’t stand you in return. Except for Gretchen, much to Grayson’s dismay. She had stuck around and actually liked him, so Gray was finding it harder and harder to push the young girl away. He sat down beside her, tossing his cigarette away before leaning his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. A slight smile appeared on his face, “Egypt was wonderful,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low because he enjoyed the silence. That is, until Gretchen’s never ending list of questions broke it. Grayson didn’t let it annoy him, and instead was actually a bit relaxed. “The nights were hot. And humid. Especially during the summer.”
The archaeologist furrowed his eyebrows, opening his eyes and glancing at Gretchen, “Yes, I saw real mummies. I studied them. Looked over them. That’s the closest I ever wanted to be to anything dead. But look at us now.” A bitter smile appeared on his face before he sighed, “You like asking questions,” he didn’t sound upset, just mildly amused as he closed his eyes again. “Yes, catacombs. I’ve been in a few, and no, I’ve never discovered anything.” Grayson forced open his eyes a second time, to look at the stars Gretchen had been pointing out. “Sure I do. That’s the big fucking dipper, and that’s the little fucking dipper. Those are their names too, no lie,” he smiled a bit and shrugged, looking at the different patterns the night sky and the stars created. “I know that one is Leo. It looks like a lion, yeah?” He rested his arms on his knees leaning forward and staring at his hands, “Yes, they have stories. Egyptian Mythology is different. It’s…interesting. All cultures had different beliefs, but the Egyptians were the most successful with what they did. It was only thanks to the Nile River, but they didn’t know that back then.”
"They had higher gods and lesser gods. The highest ones were the ones worshiped throughout Egypt. There are a shitton of stories, Gretchen. Maybe I’ll tell you them another time. Or if you just push long enough," Grayson smirked and wiped a hand down his face to hide the hint of the smile, "Egyptians had good poems. And they had…a good outlook on their lives. There is a saying…or….a belief, they had. I almost believe it myself, sometimes. But I think you should hear it. Take notes or something, I don’t know." He went silent for a few moments, leaning his head back against the wall and staring at the sky, "They believed that the heart was the seat of intelligence. Not the brain. When someone died, the heart was removed and basically revered. A person’s worth wasn’t based on how much they knew, or how fucking smart they were. It was based on who the hell they were as a human being."
“How am I supposed to just stop judgin’ myself, Graysie?” Gretchen asked with a slight sigh. Sure, he was probably right about not holding every flaw and misdeed against herself, but didn’t one need to look at themselves rationally to ever improve as a person? “I mean, I have to, you know? It’s my job cuz I’m sixteen and whatever so it’s my job to hate myself, but if I didn’t criticize myself I’d never know what parts of me needed fixin’. And not being good at nothin’ in a world that needs so much… It’s hard to change cuz I don’t know where to start.” She could feel herself growing more and more exasperated with each word, and decided to cut herself off before she frustrated herself to tears.
Grayson’s amused expression when she pulled out the contraband elevated her mood in an instant. Gretchen smiled and shrugged. “When you don’t have much to cause trouble with you take whatever comes your way,” she told him. She grinned proudly by his side before laughing at his question. “Nah, but I stole a pair of underwear from that cute baseball player, but don’t tell anybody or you’re never gonna get a pair of matching socks again.”
When Grayson settled with his back against the wall Gretchen lay on the gravelly roof top with her head in his lap, which she knew was probably intrusive but didn’t worry over much because he was her Graysie and this was just part of the job description. For as noisy as she had been rattling off question after question she was silent while he answered them.
“What was it like to touch ‘em?” she asked when he finished his first answer. “Were they frail or are they firm or whatever? Cuz, like, I was always pretty sure that if you touched ‘em they’d turn into a cloud of dust. Or maybe that’s just me bein’ good at ruining things.” She turned her head to look up at the constellations as Grayson pointed them out in the pitch-black sky. “You’re a big dip and I’m a little dip,” she teased, sitting up.
“They taught us Greek mythology in school,” Gretchen started. She found herself thoroughly wanting to sound smart, to impress Grayson, but she knew she had wasted most of her chances to have anything of real consequence to say. She could be nice, genuinely, but she still thought that made her shallow because her head was empty. “I kind of liked that unit. It was the only one I paid much attention to in freshman English, and Romeo and Juliet because it’s kind of impossible to look away from that train wreck. But everybody knows the Greek stuff. It’s kinda overrated. And they stop teachin’ about pharaohs and Egypt in sixth grade history. They never talked about any of that cool stuff.”
The girl quieted back down when she realized she was rambling and none of the things she said had anything to do with anything. But Grayson listened, and she liked talking to him, specifically. She slumped sideways a bit, her arm resting against his and rest her chin on his knee watching him speak again from the corner of her eyes. “When I thought with my head it was just empty, and when I thought with my heart I just wanted to be noticed—and I broke the law.” Gretchen sighed. “And you know, I dunno if I even wanna be smart. I just wanna be good for somebody.”
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Preaching to the choir, sweetheart. Sometimes you don’t need a reason to hate school, it just sucks and you know it sucks.
Man, I hated school. Mr. Ghysels was like, the only cool teacher, everyone else sucked ass. I don’t even know if he’s still around anymore. Like, at all.
I'm real sorry of he isn't. What'd he teach?
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Lemme let you in on a little secret: most kids cheat. And the ones who don’t are the nerds you cheat off of. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, y’just gotta get by however you can. Don’t beat yourself up over it.
Yeah, but I mean, I cheated on everything. I dunno what I thought was so important that I couldn't do my homework. Didn't have any real friends or anything. I think I was just lazy and my parents expected good grades.
Did you hate school, too?
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Really? Shit, I’d think it’d be better…y’know, less math and more how to use a gun or a sword or something. Zombie Ass-Kicking 101, I woulda aced that.
Well, I dunno. I mean, I was never real good at school. Before I um... you're gonna think I'm a bad person but I pretty much cheated on everything. And now I'm so scared of zombies and everythin' else that I just... It's not any use learnin'. And I dunno at my first school people would at least pretend they liked me but... I don't wanna sit here and complain. It's just school.
Fuuuck... This!
Nah, I got fucking electrocuted with this shitty radio gear. Now i’m just walking around crying like a little bitch, I’m okay though, Beautiful… Do spiders even bite? Wait, are you okay?
Oh jeez, are you okay? That's gotta hurt real bad. One time I got shocked real bad with static... Oh, my. I'm Gretchen. Yeah-well, they got these little pinchy things. I'm fine, I just really don't like spiders. Or the thought of 'em.
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Yeah? Is it better or worse?
It's worse.
i think you meant to say "extinct" not "instinct"...
OOC: And this is why I shouldn't make starters while sleep deprived. Thank you, mysterious grammar corrector. I'll go fix that right away.
Man, FUCK these dishes.
True enough. Gotta love the honesty.
What’re you like, twelve, thirteen? I don’t give a fuck what kind of shit’s goin’ on outside, it’s so unfair they make you kids hold jobs. You should be, I dunno…hanging out, playing with Barbies or whatever.
I'm sixteen. I gotta earn my keep one way or another. It ain't like I got anybody else to do it for me. They don't make me work too long either, and school isn't well.... It's not anything like it used to be.
Man, FUCK these dishes.
Damn. Never heard a little kid talk like that. That’s what they’ve got you doing, sweetheart? That uh, that blows.
There isn't really a way to sugar coat that sorta stuff. Yeah, I dunno how to do anything else really so they gave me an easy job. And "school".
Man, FUCK these dishes.
This kid literally wiped the shit all over the plate. Who eats like this?
Are table manners at the top of your list of concerns right now? You think that's real bad then you oughta see some of the skid marks that come through laundry. Ain't any prettier when they make a mess of it comin' out the other end either, pal.
