STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. / gabriel & path to redemption
a comprehensive list of scenarios
"You just love following me around, don't you? ' think I've got a story for you." At least, that's what Gabriel figured it was about. A western Australian accent already drawing it's own level of intrigue compared to other locals. Manhattan was the smallest geographically, and the likelihood of meeting an Australian seemed, ..slim.
For whatever reason, the stranger kept asking him prodding questions. The cultural shift between here and Australia couldn't have been more black to white, sure he'd been here for several months but the drifter continued to find being abrasive not a natural reaction. The questions weren't aggressive or threatening in nature, just, curious.
Before words would start to get more firm, a drop of water hit the brow.. once.. twice, then on the scalp, the arms and jacket. "Oh fuck me dead mate- you gotta be joking??" Worn boots tread the ground faster, every intention to find reprieve rather than stand and get soaked.
Company didn't seem deterred at all by the shift in weather. In fact, the strange man kept pace with him. "You must be really gods-damned curious!" Bobbing and weaving among others along a broad sidewalk, he is breaking into a light jog to beat the downpour. Both men pass open stores and restaurants, clearly the drifter had a destination in mind.
Normally someone this insistent would cause fear, but for some reason didn't trigger his. As the rain really started to come down and the distant sound of thunder, he stops at an abandoned building and pulls open some damaged fencing to crawl under it. Gabriel doesn't help unexpected company, he just moves quickly before being spotted.
Crawling inside a window that was braced closed, Gabriel's limbs soon disappear inside the building. Sure enough, here came the other man. Lips purse in disbelief, but the window is then placed back in position and very gently had theater memorabilia with some weight placed on it from the other side to give it the same appearance of it being intact from the outside. He moves into theater 'room 1' and sits in one of the chairs with a sigh. Heavy rain pelts the roof while his stomach on the other hand, growled. Absolutely could have been mistaken for a fart, but the drifter doesn't seem to care either way.
With one of the doors to theater one propped open, it allowed some low level light, otherwise it would be too pitch black to see anything. "I tell ya what- since you are a curious little joey, you get me something to eat, and I'll answer your prodding questions, got anything on you?"
