Who: Fall City Residents What: Remembrance Vigil Where: Outskirts of Fall City When: Dusk || Held September 17th, 2015
In respect for their fallen members the council decided that a vigil would be held in their honor. When their captives were finally returned to them it didn’t seem as if there were a better time to hold it than now. It is dusk, the air cool with the bite of winter, but still, calm. Five freshly dug graves lay side by side at the outskirts of the city, each mound marked with a different, specific grave marker to represent each of their fallen survivors. The survivors are gathering to pay their respects and remember.
Charlotte Charlotte remained silent throughout the endeavor for she only knew one of the fallen. Frankie, a fellow councilwoman, a friend, and someone that she never expected to meet the fate. The others were people that seemed more of memories than actual people. Luca, a man she only met in the darkness of night cloaked under the influence of alcohol and grieve. Mark, a co-worker and someone that she had to place the bullet through his chest herself. She didn't speak of it, knowing that it would only cause hatred despite the good intentions. So, she remained on the side of the event, fingertips laced through the cool touch of cement. She stared ahead, watching the flickering lights of candles float in the winter air. It was a peaceful sight.
. Juliet Juliet hadn't planned on going to the memorial, they made everything more final. She knew closure was something she needed, but she didn't want the pain of admitting her loss, but watching the people go together, as a unit, had made her go against her original thoughts, and she left her home, moving towards the crowd, trying to keep her emotions in check as she looked over all the graves.
Terra Terra stayed in the far back, away from almost everybody. She kept a close eye on Cole, but other than him hoped to leave everyone to their grief. She did not feel particularly involved and she did not want to be. /Feelings/ were not her thing. Besides, she felt partially responsible for what had happened to these five. Terra was the patrol and had sworn to protect the people, and although she did not know them very well, they were /her/ people. She sighed, sadly, and said nothing as she watched the people pay their respects.
Corvo With the stench of inebriation lingering from his injured figure, Cole stumbled into the surroundings, waving a bottle of gin within his grasp. "If y'ask m--me," he declared, parading his tone loud enough for the entire place to hear. He had only been close to Lucy, and even that was enough of a sting to merely fuel his purpose to remain intoxicated. He could hear it now, insulting his decision and forcing a laugh to vibrate against his vocal chords. Oh, how he'd miss the verbal sparring conversations and the belief that she truly did care for him despite blatant hesitation. "These bastards got a lucky escape. Especially that one," he pointed to mound of where he assumed Luca's corpse resided. "He'd have drank himself into it anyway." Hypocrite, really.
Lyra Clouds gathered in thick tufts, shrouding the sun and its emanated light. It seemed fitting somehow; that the skies seemed to be feeling as dull and empty as everyone was. Hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, Lyra stood in the back rows of the gathering survivors, eyes cast upwards as she observed the morbid air that cloaked them. It was almost suffocating. She exhaled quietly through her mouth, feeling as out of place as she ever did. On one hand, she was selfishly comforted by the fact that no one she cared about had been ripped away from her but on the other hand, she still felt like something was missing. Even though she didn't know anyone who had passed away other than a few whom she had merely interacted with. Did someone selfish like her even deserve to be in such a place? With a sigh, she reached inside her pocket and took out a cigarette, lighting it as she drifted even further away from the gathering crowds. Taking a deep exhale, she leaned against a lamppost and settled for quiet observation.
Logan Logan remained silent on the outskirts of the memorial service, eyes blurred and unfocused from something other than alcohol for once. He figured Mark would want him to at least be sober for this event, for the last goodbyes he would mutter to the man he once called family. A narrowed gaze came at the sudden intrusion, for once not finding any solace or humor in his close friend's ill-timed jest.
Andy Andy's head snapped around at the sound of his friends drunken words, and he shook his head. "Bro, come on, that's not right." He spoke quietly, trying to be respectful while trying to stop Cole's rudeness
. Ivy Ivy had never been in any type of these acts so she had no reference of how they used to be other than movies and maybe some tragic scene in a videogame. She just made it from patrols to the memorial, wearing her brown jacket, jeans and red converses. It was weird because no one had clothes enough to wear all black. Still carrying her gun, Ivy found a place next to Juliet. She wondered at everyone's intentions. Of course, Fall City's professional asshole was feeling funny today. She held Juliet's hand just in case. She imagined Gwen wouldn't show up. " Ignore him. "
Terra Terra could not believe it. She liked Cole all right, but as he stumbled into the scene with a volume that could very well waken the dead she highly doubted her appreciation for him. Then she remembered that maybe he had lost someone too. People turned for him already and Terra, not being too keen on this thing anyway, took a few steps to the side. "Cole," she hushed him. The scent of gin made her stomach turn. "You are drunk." Obviously.
Grayson Grayson moved in the subtle outskirts of the town. He didn't know anyone there. In all honesty, his mind was wrapped around why his roommate had left the area so quickly. His gaze noted on Lyra, not sure how she managed such freedom. He leaned against the pole, eyes cast toward the cigarette between her fingertips. "Got another to share?" He asked, knowing that the light buzz of nicotine would somewhat make the touch of his arm more manageable. It always hurt worse in the cold.
Sloan Her hands remained stuffed into her pockets, hood crowning her skull and hiding her away from the plethora of people around. She didn't come here for them, she wasn't hear to listen to their words, nor confess the very heartache she possessed. Instead, as hazel eyes shifted from one grave to the next, all she could do was wish Mark was there. She needed his support, his guidance, that stupid smile which would haunt her until her final days. Sloan couldn't even bring herself to contemplate Luca, the pain for all before her resided deep within her chest, begging for release and demanding her emptiness recoil at the notion. "You left me," she muttered, tone barely audible. "This wasn't supposed to go like this."
Alina Alina had been in town a lot longer than the dead, and yet she didn't recognise any of them. She stood on the outskirts of the townspeople formed around the mounds, the graves of the people lost. This scene was not unfamiliar to her. She'd been around this entire life -- she'd cosseted, she'd massaged away the the numbness and decay of the corpses. It was an oddity that she hadn't arranged any of it. The council took the reigns on this one. She felt bitter about that, like her skills weren't being valued or used. But now wasn't the time for that. She bowed her head out of respect for the dead. "Blessed be." She said quietly, eyes tracing over the five freshly laid mounds of dirt -- the new homes for the dead,
Corvo He heard the scolding, as if he ever gave a shit what anyone had to say. "Half of you bastards didn't even know 'em. So don't give me that bullshit."
Lyra Dark-ringed eyes darted towards the man who had spoken to her. It was the only reaction Lyra gave. It was Grayson. A man she had seen around before but had never interacted with until that moment. Taking a deep drag, she handed the cigarette to him with a lazy flick of her wrist, silently implying that it was the only one she had.
Savannah The girl showed up. Not because she had an exact reason --- she was running away from that man. Apparently, it wasn't going to be a quiet moment. Corvo, the cocky sarcasm king she had met a few hous ago, was talking. She frowned and stared at the event.
Logan "And some of us knew them better than we knew ourselves," Logan finally voiced, tone stern and unwavering as his gaze flickered from Mark's grave to the dark haired man nearby. "So if you could shut the fuck up for just tonight, that'd be excellent."
Juliet Juliet felt a hand wrap around her own and looked to her side, to see Ivy, someone who understood. Squeezing the smaller hand, she closed her eyes as the familiar voice of Corvo drifted over. "Does he get that this isn't the time or is he just an asshole?" She whispered, clenching her free fist to calm herself before she moved to hit the man.
Charlotte Her gaze looked upon the brunette that stood by her door. She wasn't sure what to think of her grievances, but did she dare approach? No. This wasn't the time for it. She pushed herself through the crowd, the guilt of her loss falling past her shoulders. The idea that Cole returned to the funeral drunk made her chest tighten. Did she really expect any more of him? No. It was his own way of grievances. An alcoholic wishing his own death. He was right. She barely knew most of them. There was no certainty to guide her. She merely gave him a warranted gaze before turning her attention towards Sloan. Walking along her side, she pressed her fingertips on the fabric of her back. A small comfort that was welcomed to brush away. She glanced behind, knowing that Lyra stood on the outskirts of the event. She shifted a small smile in her direction, almost as if to say 'Hello.'
Jesse Jesse had taken to the shadows of the memorial, back brushed up against the outer wall of the city, near the five little graves lined up one next to the other. They focused on two of them specifically, resting side by side. At least they were finally at rest, no longer suffering through the cruelties the world had to offer. He chewed on his lower lip, eyes flickering up towards the commotion already being created even before the sun fell beneath the horizon. Naturally they couldn't have one night to remember the dead without Corvo making a mess of things. "And those of us who did deserve more respect. /They/ deserve more respect."
Grayson Grayson nodded in her direction, appreciating the gesture. He breathed in the smoke, watching it as it cascaded from his lips. "Did ya know any of 'em?" He asked, the drawl of his accent leaking from his lips more than the smoke did. He handed off the cigarette back to her.
Isaac Isaac scowled at the back of Corvo's head, determined to keep his battered face hidden with his hood. He clasped his recently found hunting knife, a lifeline that he had refused to be parted with since getting back to the city. He bowed his head, willing tears that just weren't coming. He wanted to cry, to let everything wash over him but there was only so much he could give. Flashes of dark hair twisted in melting snow sent him cringing and he struggled to make himself as small as possible, away from the bodies.
Corvo "Eat shit, Logan. You're not my fuckin' mother," he responded, squaring his jaw. Before he even had time to register the moment, drunken feet stumbling over one another, the familiar voice of another male caught his attention. "Respect? What kind of fuckin' respect? Yeah, I'm really fuckin' sorry most of the bastards 'ere are as thick as pig shit and got 'em killed. Talk about security measures."
Ivy H. " His asshole levels must be offsetting his dick's size " Ivy whispered back, with a big sigh. " Other than that, I can't even begin to understand why he's such a wanker. " Her voice took a bit of strenght. " He's drunk again. "
Terra Terra hadn't known them all very well. Cole was right. But it did not matter. Some people cared for them and surely they wanted this peaceful moment to say goodbye. She swallowed hard and tried to keep herself from anything drastic, unsure of how Cole would react to any quick movement. "Wanna share that?" Terra nodded to the gin. She hated gin.
Juliet This was becoming too much for the blonde and she pulled her hand free from Ivy's beginning to walk towards the dark haired man. "I know you cared for Lucy. So stop being an absolute cunt and show some fucking respect, Corvo. Please..." Her voice started strong, but it fell at the end after speaking the name that haunted her days. "Please stop."
Alina There was a commotion. The town's notorious bastard stumbled into the scene, the stench of alcohol strong a mile away. It wouldn't be Fall City without some sort of disruption, right? "Corvo," Alina walked over to him, placed a hand on his back to steady him. "Just relax, okay? You're not helping anybody. Certainly not yourself." She said in a trained tone. This wasn't the first time she'd experienced such a thing.
Savannah Savannah blinked twice, watching at the man, the blonde who was about to rip his throat, the prince charming that seemed to be pretty affected by the recent deaths and everything. She was definitely not joining any fight but being there was enough. The kid tried to follow the blonde once she let go. " Hey ---" She thought that might have been Ivy. " Easy on him."
Lyra Taking the offered cigarette, Lyra raised it towards Charlotte in silent greeting, an almost imperceptible smile curving the edge of her mouth upwards, offering the woman to join her if she felt like it. She glanced back at Grayson, taking another deep drag and holding her breath as the calming nicotine washed through her lungs in relaxing waves. She sighed, exhaling the smoke through her nose before she handed him the cigarette. "Nope. Talked to a few of 'em but I can't say I /knew/ any of them," She tilted her slightly towards him. "You?"
Logan Logan pushed his way past a few bodies, easily within confronting range of the other male when a hand gripped his upper arm, holding him back from pursuing his rage induced grief. "Let me go," he responded to the hand without turning to it. "I'm gonna knock his fucking lights out I swear to the bitch that birthed him."
Jesse Jesse straightened up as Corvo's eyes found him, the drunken fool hardly able to keep upright on his feet. "If you don't care about these people then none of us want you here - so go take your drunken ass elsewhere." He stepped forward now, standing before the man, "Just fucking get the hell out of here, Corvo."
Corvo "Knock yourself out," he responded, offering the bottle in Terra's direction. Juliet's voice was heard nearby, to which he turned and pivoted his line of focus. "She shouldn't be 'ere. This wasn't /her/ time." As if he would ever know what such phrase meant. It wasn't as if life was merely a race, stumbling at a single hurdle.
Grayson "I just arrived here not less than a week ago. Can't say I know 'em or really care for 'em. Seemed like a lot of others did." Grayson spoke, eyes skimming along the crowd. A fight was breaking out. He wasn't sure what caused it other than the strong stench of alcohol. Oh, what a sweet friend. The air between them was awkward, but a silent agreement. They weren't apart of the grievances. They were outsiders in that aspect.
Corvo The unfamiliar voice, belonging to that of Alina, clawed at his attention. "Don't y'think it's a little late to be helping anybody?" Before he could continue, Jesse's voice was heard once more, to which he turned on his heel, flipping the bird with both hands.
Juliet So there was something inside the man. A snippet of emotion. "I know, she didn't deserve this, and it's my fault, but we can't change it. But can you stop being so harsh, it's insulting to her memory okay."
Ivy H. The girl turned around to see those who were trying to say goodbye to the ones who were lost. She bit her lower lip. She never buried her mother. She would never know what exactly happened to Brax. And now, she would never get to bury her father either. Whatever was happening with Corvo, she no longer had space to fight him back. " CAN'T WE JUST BURY THEM? " She raised her voice.
Alina Corvo was a lost cause. He was cornered at all sides. //This wasn't her fight.// One male attempted to lunge at him, and Alina clenched his forearm, holding him back. "Let it go. Don't let him ruin this for you." She said to Logan. This, too, had happened to her before. Death did that to people.
Axel Axel was seated upon a few rocks in the corner, hood pulled up over his head to block the winter cold and hands tugged into sleeves nervously. This wasn't his scene, not a place he felt comfortable - but he wanted to pay his respects. He owed Frankie that much, didn't he? Still he watched silently as the argument unfolded, disgusted that it was unfolding at such an event but keeping his head down and out of it. It didn't matter. He wasn't here for any of these people.
Corvo "I don't know actually," he responded to blonde. "Pretty damn sure she'd be thriving off this very moment, gives her a chance to punch me in the dick."
Juliet A small smile broke across Juliet's features as Corvo mentioned Lucy probably punching him in the dick. It sounded like something the brunette would have done had she been angry enough. "Well if you don't get your shit together I'll do it for her."
Savannah " Don't. " Savannah was stronger than her looks. " Just, don't." She tried to make sure he wouldn't do his way to Corvo and then moved her gaze to the graves. " Who's your friend? "
Charlotte Charlotte glanced over to Lyra, noting her little gesture. Come hither, she said. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that just yet. So, she nodded - waited - and gently slipped away from the grieving brunette. She was in her own world, afterall. Words didn't want to jump to Cole. She knew that no words would cease what was already set in mind. She couldn't change him. Scolding him in the walls of their home would be a better option than trying to reason with him now. The man was a storm, nothing more. She slipped away from the crowded space of the crowd, eyes cast down as she pushed her way out. Tears welled in her gaze despite it all. She didn't have the right to grieve and yet she was. Her boots dragged her to her friend, trying to get away from the fighting as quickly as she could.
Terra Terra took the bottle and that was all she wanted. She wanted the poison and she was sure as hell not going to give it back to him. If he wanted more, he would have to get it elsewhere. Someone was trying to calm him. She did not know her but she hoped she would get through to him. It seemed like it wasn't working and a part of her wondered if perhaps he basked in all the attention. The best idea was to remove him from this memorial. But how? To lure him away with the gin? To infuriate him further until he stormed off in anger? She said nothing as she continued to keep the bottle from him and listened to what was being said.
Corvo "Is that a promise?" He hit back at Juliet, a flirtatious smirk, laced in inebriation, tugging at his features.
Lyra "Yeah. Lucky you," She responded with a faint smirk which almost immediately faltered. "It may suck but they just gotta suck it up and accept it. This is what the world is like now. Loss is something they should have learned to adapt to by now." She shrugged, ignoring how hypocritical her words sounded. She was talking as if she would have been doing any better or holding on any longer than the gathering survivors if anything had happened to the people she /did/ care about.
Juliet+Andy Flirting. Was he really flirting with her beside the grave of the woman she loved? "You're disgusting. I just want to mourn Lucy okay, just. Go away. If you're not going to take this seriously you need to leave." Her voice was harsh, it was the only way to keep her tears away, but she was sure this was right. "Just leave, please."
Grayson "Damn, you're a cold bitch." The man drew his gaze to the woman beside him, noting how off put she seemed in the situation. He rubbed the back of his neck with his arm, not quite sure what to do here. "Though I agree with ya. No point of getting close to anyone here. If ya do, well you kinda get fucked. I'm gonna head off. No point in sticking around for the dead." Tucking his pockets, the man turned away from her and walked off from the event itself.
Ivy H. The teen approached Axel in order to leave the mess Corvo always had to make. She was unsure about approaching Sloan, anyway. She sat on the floor, next to him. " She once threatened with cutting my throat, was that usual or I just caught her in a bad mood? "
Logan He glanced in the stranger's direction and squared his jaw, knowing she was right while simultaneously being unwilling to admit such a thing. "Everything's already been ruined for me," he spoke through clenched teeth, voice raising. "That's my brother laying in the ground. Don't fucking tell me that everything isn't destroyed right now, because it is." The emotion was overpowering his usually cold demeanor, the loss of Mark cutting a gaping hole in his life that he had never been prepared to mend.
Corvo "As if I'd do a thing you said," he spat, dismissing the notion with a flick of his wrist, before lighting up a cigarette and pursuing closer towards the graves.
Lyra Lyra raised an eyebrow at his insult but didn't even bother respond to it. She had no fucks to give about what Grayson thought of her. With a sigh, she brought the cigarette back to her lips and continued to smoke silently.
Charlotte Charlotte approached the brunette's company. Eyes cast towards the man that walked away from her. He seemed calm, not even bothered by the events that occurred around them.
Charlotte "How are you holding up?" She asked, eyes flickering towards her with a certain kind of concern that she didn't have for much of anyone.
Alina His anger wasn't unusual. "And do you think that your brother would want you to keep going like this, huh? He'd want you to live. I didn't know him, but that I know for sure." Alina placed a soft hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort. They taught them communication skills in mortuary school. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Axel Axel's head lifted as Ivy approached, watching a moment as she dropped down beside him before refocusing his gaze on the flame of the candles that danced with each slight movement. When she spoke his eyes shifted in her direction once more, unsure whom she was talking about. "Who?... Frankie?"
Dexter Hands shoved in his pockets and scarf wrapped up around his mouth Dexter loitered, away from the others for the most part but in sight of the graves. The people there had meant something to the others here, but Dexter was used to loss, something that had just recently been changed for the man. Blue eyes flicked up to search for the familiar face, first at the distance from the ground he normally would have seen his sister but then at the next level as Dexter spotted her. It was still strange seeing her as if she were a fucking ghost, this memorial, it reminded him of her but now the man had what he had lost. Unfortunate to those who really had lost people here, the only reason Dexter was at the memorial was to honor his fallen brother, a Marine, and the rest.
Sloan The argument which had continued around her, luring her from her subconscious, merely reignited the very sensation she attempted to bury. Her legs gave way, snapping like twigs underneath the weight, forcing her figure to hit the earth with a thud. "It's still there," she vocalised, as if the corpse buried nearby would respond. She hadn't taken down that pillow fort, even despite her new roommate's confusion, she would never allow herself to remove the last remaining aspects of her relationship with Mark. "It's still there and I can't do it anymore."
Juliet Watching Corvo walk away seemed to sap away the last bits of her strength, her anger that kept her going, and she dropped to her knees, tears starting to fall from her eyes once more. Why did everyone she loved die on her? "I'm so sorry..." She whispered, and the words weren't only aimed at Lucy, they were aimed at all of the fallen. They didn't deserve this.
Ivy H. She nodded. " Yeah -- Frankie did. " A small grinn followed. She never got to meet her in deep. Just a few chats, greetings and all. She was Elijah's friend, though. " It was after the bonfire night. I'm still scared " She looked at him with a small smile on her lips. " I bet my ass she was great. "
Lyra The statement caused a faint yet genuine smile to lace her lips. It was almost sad. As she looked up at Charlotte's approaching form, Lyra couldn't help but imagine how she would have reacted if anything had happened to her friend. Fuck, she couldn't even imagine it. She did know it would have broken her, though. And that thought almost had her walking away from the older brunette and the bond that tethered them to each other. Instead, she held the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger as she removed it from her mouth, exhaling quietly into the cold air. "You're seriously asking /me/ if I'm fine, Char? I thought you'd be more concerned about everyone else," She gestured lazily at the mourning crowds. She sighed at how insensitive her words must have sounded. She evaded her friend's question. "You okay?"
Jesse Jesse's eyes rolled as Corvo flipped him off, choosing to bite his tongue rather than exacerbate the situation. Still he watched him in his peripheral vision but his attention turned back to the graves instead, mind to that of Frankie and Luca. They deserved a better send off than this - both of them...But this was the best he could do for them now.
Logan Logan released a bitter laugh. "I'm not thinking about dying, but thanks for the useless pep talk." In all honesty, Mark probably would have called him a pussy and said to stop wallowing in the loneliness that came with losing someone you love. He might have insisted that the man pick himself up the very same way that he did when Mark's world fell apart at the death of his wife. "We're all sorry for something." Sorry they weren't at someone's side, sorry they never said words left unspoken, sorry for the lack of goodbyes. "Sloan..." He began slowly and redirected his attention to the brunette fallen to her knees at Mark's grave, always deciding it easier to manage another's grief rather than his own. "Come on, kid."
Terra There was simply too much going on. This peaceful event had been disturbed and was looking more and more like a disaster, a second invasion of some kind. She sighed and shook her head; stubborn. Still carrying the (by her) untouched bottle Terra eased away from the center of the scene. Nearby she spotted Dexter. Still relieved to see him, she approached. "Nothing is sacred anymore, it seems," she mused silently.
Charlotte "I'm close to murdering my roommate when we get home. I just..." The brunette cast her gaze from the crowd and leaned her body against Lyra. She was an anchor. A comfort in the unshakable sea. She laced her fingertips with the others, tilting her head down. "I'll be alright. There's nothing to..Times a wonder. I'm just glad to have you back."
Savannah So far, everything seemed to be a mess around Corvo. The tall brunette girl was staring at the graves, the kid had found someone to meet and the rest tried to even pray or whatever. When she sensed a gaze on her neck, Savannah turned her face to spot the Ghost. Shivers, that's what he caused. She wondered where Lyra was. Did Piper ever get here? Braxton? Why, out of everyone she remembered, it had to be him now? Be careful with what you wish for, everyone says.
Axel A bit of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, fingers curling a little deeper into the sleeves of his sweatshirt before he folded his arms around his knees. "She wasn't a fan that you were there," Axel hummed, recalling how Frankie had scowled at the thought of a child being in the midst of battle with the rest of them, "Didn't think a kid should be fighting this kind of battle. She was just looking out for you...in a Frankie way..." His eyes lingered on Ivy a moment longer before returning to the grave site where Frankie lie at rest. "Yeah...yeah. She was pretty great."
Alina The man walked away from her. Sloan had collapsed onto the ground -- she was talking to one of the mounds of dirt. Alina watched from afar, head tipped to the side, examining the situation. In some way, she felt out of place. She didn't really know any of the people that had passed over. But then again, the service felt like a comfort. A reminder of her life back in Seattle with Aunt Lottie's funeral home. This used to be the life she lived every single day. Grief was not an unknown feeling. People processed death in so many different ways; Alina had seen it all. She allowed them to do so: it was their right, after all. They all had to move on somehow. She stood then, with her head bent again, speaking a silent prayer.
Dexter His blue eyes turned to his comrade, Terra, as she approached and nodded at her words, gaze flicking over the group that had gathered. Respect of the dead was a foreign policy to many but often enough in the face of disaster it was never recognized, this was no different. "Or the respect of the dead have evaded some people." He replied back, tone calm and emotionless for the most part as he took a few steps forward to meet Terra as she approached him.
Lyra "Feel free to do it. I certainly won't stop you." Lyra shrugged at Charlotte's mention of Corvell. It was only natural that the guy was causing mayhem even during an event as sensitive as the one they were currently participating in. Lyra couldn't but frown slightly at Charlotte's statement. Her throat had suddenly grown tight and she swallowed to will it away. Squeezing her friend's fingers, she sighed as the grounding weight of Charlotte's body pressed against hers. She nudged her shoulder softly with hers. "Cheer up. I'm still here, aren't I?"
Sloan She didn't expect to hear the voice, to be pulled out of her devastation, doe-eyes looking upwards at the tall male. "He should be here," she responded, her words cracking against her throat, forcing back every desire to sob. "Logan, he... I don't know what to... We didn't even get to say goodbye. What kind of friends are we? He's gone and he doesn't even know." How much she cared about him, how every single day she'd been here had been that little bit more bearable because he'd been here, and now she was always going to be unable to let him know how his existence gave her purpose.
Ivy H. Seeing Axel's smirk in that moment was a gift. Thinking about Frankie in that way, followin his words, was sad. She tried not to sob, though her eyes watered at his words. She didn't see Sloan falling apart, lost in Axel's expression. " I'm ... " She tried hard to find some words. " I'm really sorry, Axel " But that was all she could find. " If I just had been paying more attention maybe Xavier wouldn't have passed us over that day and knocked us out. Maybe she was right and kids are not supposed to be on patrols. "
Parker He'd debated about whether or not to attend, almost feeling like it would be inappropriate since he didn't really know the fallen, except for Mark of course and they weren't really on the best of terms. Parker strolled up keeping silent and stayed on the outskirts not wanting to impose. He thought about the last conversation he'd had with Mark and regretted that while he never really liked the guy they had ended things on a sour note. There was really no way around it though and in the end it only benefitted him. Derek wasn't there and neither were the majority of people he had actually met so he just remained silent trying to seem like part of the group without giving himself any attention.
Charlotte She smiled to her friend, wiping her watery gaze with a sniff. "Yeah, that's on the plus side. Definitely." She rest her head in the crook of her shoulder, allowing her dark locks to sweet over her arm. "How are your wounds holding up?"
Logan "He knows," he replied softly, green eyes lingering on the mound of dirt that once held his only lifeline to sanity. Mark had rescued him so many times from venturing down a worse path in life, kept him on track and above water when he himself lost the ability to tread. "Trust me, he knows. He never actually said it, but you could always tell in how he looked at you or talked to other people on your behalf.”
Terra She was glad to see him and nodded along his words before she came to a stop a few feet in front of him. "Could not have said it better myself." Terra briefly scanned the area before her eyes fell back upon Dexter. She wondered if he had known any of the dead and if he mourned them on a personal level, or like her, as a fellow soldier. Perhaps both?
Savannah Savannah tucked in her red scarf, uncomfortable with the event. It was madness. A single tear falling over her cheek. "Wh-?" She recalled all the lost people and missed a helping hand. However, the girl just looked over everyone and tried not to be around the man who abandoned her.
Vesper The punk really didn't want to attend, but something deep inside her yearned her to do so. It was perhaps the fact that she hadn't been able to mourn her own fallen group mates. The ones that she had stayed with for six months, the ones she had gotten close to and even considered a family. She didn't even want to think about Talia as she walked up to the group, lurking behind them. Vesper had no place near them, but she kept close, saying her own goodbye in silence.
Lyra Lyra chuckled as Charlotte leaned against her. It was quite endearing. At least she could do that much for her best friend. Offer support and assurances even if she was currently doing a shitty job at it. She shrugged at Charlotte's question. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She said airily, exhaling long palls of smoke. It was a lie and she resisted the almost instinctive urge to twine an arm around her ribs. She shrugged again.
Axel Axel nodded a little, appreciating her sympathy even though it didn't make him feel all that much better. When she went on he shook his head rapidly, looking at her - "Nah, no. It's not your fault, Ivy. I don't think anything could've stopped Xavier, even if we were ready for it." Breathing in a slow breath he let his legs slowly uncurl, shifting his position to make it more comfortable as a hand shifted to press against his ribs.
Sloan She never imagined those words to leave his mouth, she never expected to ever see herself as an importance in someone else's life. Yet, here she was, dropping her gaze from Logan, tracing her features with a single palm until she broke. Every inch of pain, building up within her, seeped out and claimed, what once felt so empty, to be bound by painful sobs and the inability to regain her control. She would try to breathe, force herself to calm down every quivering limb, but she hated what this world had become - and who she had lost alongside it.
Ivy H. She let go of all the air in her lungs, watching then at Sloan and Logan. Biting her lower lip, Ivy thought about how difficult everything seemed to be. Nothing around was easy. " There's only one thing that's going to stop him. " She confessed. " Death. "
Charlotte Charlotte glanced around the area, noticing the people that were there to pay respects along with the ones that weren't. The bubbly blonde was gone, but Charlotte didn't mention it. They hadn't spoke since their last interaction of her immunity. "Liar." She snorted towards Lyra, knowing that she was most likely hiding any sort of pain she was in. Stubborn mule, she was. "Hey...? You're not allowed to end up in one of those without me, alright?"
Dexter Dexter cleared his throat and took a deep breath, trying to keep his gaze from his sister, even though it was constantly wanting to be drawn to her, as it always had been. A protective eye, always and forever over the younger Fitzgerald. "Did you know any of them? I mean-- as a friend?" He questioned, glancing at Terra as he spoke. He was there simply out of respect, he had a limited relationship with each of the deceased, but nothing that had hurt him as it had others. "I only knew them in passing, really."
Lyra "Me? Never!" Lyra exclaimed with a quiet chuckle before her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Corvo With the attempt to move within the crowd, circling the various graves and gaining any sense of his surroundings, the male slipped over his own feet, colliding with the dirt and forcing the sky above him to claim his vision. Whatever grave he had collapsed nearby, he was hoping they were getting a good laugh out of this. "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of," pause, a short cough. "beer. Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall."
Axel At Ivy's words Axel nodded just the slightest bit, though the thought of killing another was disturbing at best. As much as he wanted to kill Xavier personally he didn't want to think about that right now. He wanted to think about Frankie - he wanted to have Frankie there with him. But he couldn't have everything, could he?
Charlotte "It means take care of yourself." The brunette nudged her playfully. It was a lightful motion, but there was a sense of grieve behind it. The atmosphere of this place had her thinking that this wouldn't be the last one they would have. Not with Xavier's whereabouts still unknown.
Logan Arms wrapped around the woman's slender frame as she trembled from the weight of her own suffering, attempting to hold together the woman who had captured his friend's adoration and made him inclined to remain in this damn city. "You know he'd be pissed at us right now. Crying like a pair of idiots over him, but fuck him for leaving us like he did." It wasn't Mark's fault of course, no one could have prepared his brother for the consequences that came with a hoard of infected biting at his flesh. "You were his favorite..." Logan's voice reached a softer timbre now, comforting almost. "He's probably rolling in his grave and flipping me the bird for telling you that, but he's a bastard and it's the truth."
. Parker Shit. Did he pick the drunk guy up or let someone else? Well considering he'd only said a few words to him and wasn't emotionally compromised he thought he'd go for it. "Uh... here lemme give you a hand," he offered reaching down to pick Corvo up hoping he hadn't upset a bunch of people and that he wasn't doing something wrong.
Ivy H. She took a deep breath and stared at him. " Do you think someone knows how to grow rose bushes anymore? "
Lyra "Would you stop with the motherhenning?" Lyra rolled her eyes as she took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke away from Charlotte. "I can take of myself just fine. Proof is that I'm standing here with you right now." She said with one eyebrow raised before her eyes started tracing the crowds again, lingering on the people she recognized.
Lyra take care*
Juliet She was surprised that she still had the energy in her to cry, that she had any tears left, but there she was, sobs still wracking her body as she looked over the graves. She hadn't spoken to some of them, and she didn't know Frankie all that well, but Frankie was someone she admired and she'd been ripped away too early. Forcing herself into an upright position, she started to walk away from the crowd, searching for somewhere to get away, to be alone before she completely lost control.
Savannah Nervous, the girl decided to part. Lyra was alive and fine after being on the clinic. She hadn't seen Piper. Maybe she could make it back to the forest. Still hiding her gun, Savannah knew how to make it out. Something stopped her though. What if ...? Doctors. Lyra was alive because someone healed her. Even though the small Fitzgerald left the event, she didn't quit the city.
Charlotte "Your fault really." The brunette crossed her arms, as if that was some gesture of reliance. She wanted to speak those three words that meant so much, but she felt it was inappropriate. Not with the grief that elevated around them. /I love you/ She thought quietly as she leaned against her friend. Proof it was that she was somehow back in her arms. Back home. The sobs that fell from the crowd cause her gaze to falter. Almost as if she couldn't take it all. It was a silent feeling, the way sadness tore through your soul.
Axel Axel cleared his throat, digging his fingers into the dirt beside him and considering Ivy's words. "I imagine someone knows, but I think you need seeds and stuff for that, yeah?"
Vesper She lingered behind the group, going off a few feet away to light a stale cigarette. It tasted like utter shit and it burned like no other. She had found it in the depths of her backpack and was grateful for the find. Vesper could hear the cries of the one's who had lost loved ones and she didn't know how to react, so she kept smoking her cigarette, enjoying it as much as possible.
Sloan A short laugh departed from her trembling lips, welcoming his arms as she supported her weight against his own. "Someone once told me crying's good for the soul. I'd like to see them now," she mused, sniffing back her onslaught of emotions. "Well, he's probably gonna flip the bird at me when I tell you that I worked tooth and nail for that damn pillow fort. At least I know my efforts of trying to win him over worked." She matched his sense of humour by the beat, forcing a smile across her pallid features. She'd always regret not professing how she felt, but if there was ever any belief in the afterlife, she would hope he would hear her now. "Logan... Thank you. I know you're not good at this, and I promise not to remind you of this in future, but I... Thanks. It's appreciated. Especially because he meant so much to you."
Lyra "Are you implying that I can't take care of myself? Please, Char. I already have Dex on my ass about that so, there's no need for you to join in." Lyra could sense the hint of concern in her friend's voice but she refused to acknowledge it, opting instead to keep their conversation within the safe zone of light humor.
Ivy H. The girl stood up and stared at him. " I'll try to do it myself so we can bring them flowers. " Impossible, though. Nothing Ivy knew less than plans. She was weary and way too done emotionally with death. " I'm sorry I can't stay much longer. I have patrols later and I need to sleep and keep an eye on Hannah. "
Charlotte "Dexter has a good head on his shoulders, but remember - you live literally two seconds away from me. I will have my mother hen senses going off whenever you're exerting yourself." The brunette glanced aside. It was true, however. She did the same for Dexter when he was healing. He still was, but at least now it was manageable. She didn't need to worry so much.
. Corvo An outstretched hand caught his attention at first, to which he shortly responded: "Who the f---" he paused, narrowing his dark eyes at the other male. "Chicken boy." Cole accepted the offer after contemplating, grasping his hand and heaving himself up from the spot.
Axel Axel shrugged, "I think you need seeds and warm dirt and stuff, but you're all a go if you want to try," he smirked a little, watching the girl rise up to her feet. "It's alright, kid."
Dexter His eyes caught the shift of brunette hair, bobbing away from the event and automatically he shifted with her, gaze following as she went away. With a quick scan of the group Dexter assessed that they did not need him, so he followed after his sister, keeping his distance just to see what she was going to do first before he'd make any move to stop her or otherwise.
Logan "I'm offended," he gave her a half-smile in return, though it never met his eyes. "And here I thought I was doing a damn decent job." Slowly, without intention to startle the brunette, he began helping her up into a standing position. "How about we get the hell out of this place, find some booze, and talk about how much of a wanker he was. I don't normally do the conversation thing with people, but I can make an exception for you tonight."
Ivy H. She rubbed her hands at her jeans, awkward. " Yeah -- I. Imma just go to sleep. " She hesitated but before leaving, she turned around and hugged Axel. Even though she didn' know him that much and all ... Maybe it was because she needed it too. " B-bye, yeah. " She ran away the swiftest. In her way, she stopped right next to Drunk King and the aparent Chicken boy. " Hey Cole, I found a Phill Collins CD."
Lyra "So you're on his side? How atrocious!" She allowed the cigarette to dangle from the edge of her mouth before she patted her heart. "I'm wounded." She sobered up, however, when Charlotte broke the eye contact. "God, you guys act like I need protection. I don't. I fuckin' made it out of Maverick's torture camp /on my own/. Don't forget that." She exhaled hotly through her nose, willing the sudden rush of anger to calm as she took one last long drag before she threw the butt of her cigarette sharply on the ground. Man, she needed to get a grip. She had always had a short fuse but never this way before.
Parker He couldn't help but laugh at the guy's response even if laughing wasn't exactly appropriate. "I might have to start calling you drunkie, unless you have some to share of course." It was a terrible comeback and he knew it but he hoped it would possibly lead to the other sharing the wealth. Parker lead him away from the graves and off to the side hoping to avoid a scene.
= Savannah The raven-haired girl walked away from the event with a sole idea in her hair: finding out what was happening. Not only they had been attacked: some of them had been abducted. Some of them dead. Was there a possibility that one of them had been bitten and survived? She stopped walking when she knew they were alone, turned around and faced him.
Charlotte She didn't believe that they had made it out on their own. That was what the problem was. The brunette turned her gaze down, not replying to Lyra in that moment. Silence was her only answer. She patted her shoulder with a grip, eyes fluttering towards her. "I'm gonna head out, alright? Knock when you're home, love." She spoke soft, turning her gaze towards her roommate.
. Sloan She rolled her eyes briefly, although the gesture was done with jest, before accepting his assistance and easing herself up from the earth. "Don't I feel special?" She teased, gesturing towards the direction of the city. "Lead the way."
Lyra Lyra sighed. She hadn't meant to push Charlotte away with her outburst but the honest words were out and she wouldn't take them back. "Yeah. Alright." She forced a smile, nodding. "Sure you don't need anything?"
Parker Being confronted with a clearly upset Ivy took him aback and the thought of being forced to listen to Phil Collins of all the music in the world made him cringe. "Uh... don't we have any better selections? I haven't heard music in forever and you're giving me Phil Collins?" He teased.
Dexter Of course she caught on, she always did, but when she turned back around Dexter fully expected to be yelled at again. But she didn't even speak and that was even worse. So he moved closer to his sister, swallowing the lump in his throat before he inspected the path before her then returned his gaze to her as if asking where she was going and what she was doing silently.
Charlotte "I'll be alright." She glanced aside, cupping her hands to call out her roommate. "Hey, fuckface. I'm heading home. Are you joining or did someone beat you in?"
Savannah She tightened her jaw. " None of your business, whatever your name is. "
Corvo "That chick... What's her-- Terra, she 'ad it." He couldn't see her, so he merely assumed she'd escaped the vicinity, but he was unable to comment further at the sound of a small child. "Where the fuck did you find that? Off a Phil Collins tree?" As his question left his lips, the complaint from Parker about the music taste caused a gasp to follow shortly. "Better selections? Are you out of your fuckin' mind? Mate, go find your fuckin' Cotton-Eyed Joe bullshit this conversation is over." With both hands, he grasped the waist of the young girl, throwing her over his shoulder in the attempt of a fireman's lift. "Yeah, we're comin'," he called, carrying Ivy towards his roommate whilst attempting to not stumble over his own feet in the process.
Logan He draped an arm around Sloan's shoulders rather than pulling her close to claim her as he would with Scarlett, meandering their way out of the crowd until they reached a familiar figure leaning against a fence with arms crossed. "You wanna join us for a spell, Miss America?" The blonde nodded, pushing away from the metal enclosure and trailing along behind the pair in silence before eventually speaking up. "I'm sorry, Logan." He nodded without turning back to her, a softening expression on his features. "Thanks, Gwen."
Lyra Chuckling at Charlotte's crude statement, Lyra was then assured that her friend would be alright. She leaned her head back against the wall with a heavy sigh and continued to watch the mourning crowds, some of the heaviness she had been feeling in her chest having lifted slightly after her conversation with Charlotte.
Elliott Elliott didn't know any of the residents who died. He didn't think he did, at least. And the man wasn't keen on funerals or vigils. He walked by the perimeter and paused. During his escape he'd fought off an attacker and that quick, mindless instinct of indiscriminately taking a life had been stuffed so far down that he didn't want the thought of death to disturb it. He moved on to the community center in hopes of stealing a bit of electricity to play his guitar.
Dexter The man sighed through his nose, jaw flexing before he looked her over. "You are my business, always have been." He said simply, trying to ignore the pain in his gut and chest from her not speaking his name. "/Dexter/. Your brother." Dex said again, tone calm and collected but not free of all the emotions he was trying to withhold.
Ivy H. Ivy's smirk followed Corvo's words. Of course, Parker didn't know about Phill Collins. She was still surprised about it. Of course, it wasn't a Phill Collins tree. It was on the library and she wasn't going to tell him where, just to piss him off. "WAIT WHAT?!" Ivy screamed at the drunk man's gesture. She hold on tight to him. She rolled her eyes. Maybe this way she would leave this people grieve in peace.
Parker He had no idea who Terra was and he'd clearly offended Corvo, he should have known better really. He wanted to say something back but didn't want to start a fight and he definitely didn't feel welcome following along. Perhaps he shouldn't have come after all. People seemed to be heading off anyway and he didn't want to be left standing there so he just took his own leave and headed back to his house. So much for being a part of the group. He didn't know why he'd really tried anyway the place obviously wasn't safe, he should just leave, but the human in him desperately wanted to stay.
Savannah "If you were my brother, /Dexter/, you wouldn't have left me on the forest" Her voice was filled with rage, yet it was simple and musical.
Ivy H. Ivy waved goodbye at Parker.
Parker He was surprised when the girl waved back but returned the gesture with a forced smile.
Vesper Vesper was through mourning and noticed that Parker was leaving, without saying a word. She followed him back home.
Dexter A burning sensation went through his body but Dexter took a deep breath to steady himself. "I didn't leave you. Stephanie... I would never do that."
. Savannah " Stephanie is not my name!! " She yelled again. It was so confusing. So much. She had wanted to find him so bad yet now all she wanted to do was destroy him as much as the thought of him abandoning her had destroyed her in nightmares. " You left me there to die!! You knew I was bitten! " She whispered that last sentence.
Parker He hadn't noticed the woman following behind him at first, but he stopped and turned around waiting for her. "Vesper right? So we're roommates now I guess. My last one ditched out when all this went down."
Vesper She stumbled to a stop, almost bumping into him. A few steps back and she finally glanced up at him, "Yeah, got assigned this morning." What was she supposed to say about the latter? "Sorry." Was all she could muster.
Dexter The minute the word 'bitten' left her lips Dexter froze, someone had actually left her out in a forest when she had been bitten. "/What/?" He breathed, stepping closer half a step before his brow creased with anger, not at her, never at her, but at this person who had left her-- "Don't say that out loud---" He hushed her, glancing around as if there was anyone else there to hear them. "I was not this person who left you, /I/ would never do that-- you must be confused... just... let me help you, please. We can do this, I'll help you get better, I'll help you remember Ste-- I'll just help you remember."
Parker "It's all right," he shrugged. "I didn't know the guy. I haven't been here long myself. Just a week or so. It's just the way of things now I guess. So you lookin' to stay or what?"
Vesper Well that was a relief, for him at least. Vesper didn't answer his question right away. It took her a few seconds to finally come up with something, a shrug. "You?"
Savannah She pushed him again. No. No more lies. The whole story was cracking, teared at the seams already. Piper was not here and she was not doing so well with the idea of this place being another circle of hell. " What if I don't want to remember how you left me, huh? What if I am not something to protect? I am not your Stephanie. My name's Savannah."
Parker He nodded in response. It's about how he felt about the situation too. "Maybe," he shrugged again. "We'll see. I don't really know anyone, but you know safety in numbers or whatever. Kinda sucks being on your own ya know?"
Vesper He was speaking to the choir there, she had been somewhat alone in her journey to Fall City. She had always been alone, except for her brief moment of happiness with Talia. "Used to it."
Parker "Me too, but it's not really like it used to be." Being alone before wasn't really a choice either, it just happened, now it was just stupid to go it alone if you didn't have to.
Dexter "I /didn't/ leave you! This world /TOOK/ me from you--- You were /my/ world and I would never leave you in some forest, hurt, and scared..." He wanted to match her anger, he wanted to be just as upset but he couldn't. She had forgotten him and that might have been a good thing, could have done her good, but she wasn't the only one who had lost. Dexter had lost his sister and she hadn't really returned to him, that girl was gone and now, as she corrected him, Dexter knew just how much it had changed her-- the world. "You're my sister, you're Stephanie, that will never change for me. And I will always protect you, whether you want me to or not." He was tearing up, showing emotions, showing how much he cared.
Vesper "It's worse." She said simply, when humans were low in numbers and sometimes downright ugly, it was sometimes better to go at it alone. Vesper had learned that that was a big mistake and knew better that you needed people to survive.
Savannah He was crying. Surprised, the girl thought about how she had been always looking for a simillar helping hand, always missing some tucking in at night, stupid jokes and someone to come back from an awful place. Those sensations were the good ones about his face. Then it was the forest nightmares. It was him kicking her out of the van. Him matching her anger only make her shut up. She stared at his eyes with a blatant strenght and licked her lips just before turning around in order to walk away.
Parker "Well yeah," he said with a chuckle. "Now we've got dead things coming after us. The people here aren't that bad, most of 'em anyway, but you know there's always your share of dicks anywhere you go. The world seems to have collected them though."
Vesper "Ain't that a bitch?" She chuckled, smoothing her bangs toward her forehead. "I've heard about dicks in Fall City, haven't met them yet. Which is probably a good thing. So where did your roommate go?"
Parker "No idea, didn't bother to leave a note. Took the guy next door with him though. My friend lost his roomie too." Although he didn't really know if he'd call Derek a friend. He wasn't sure what else he would call him though. Friend just seemed like the best term given the circumstance. Guy I messed around with and hid out the attack with didn't seem like a viable option.
Dexter He should let her go, let her try and remember, try and /become/ herself again but a part of Dexter knew that would never happen. His sister had changed and he had to let that go, but she had already died once-- to him, she had died and Dexter didn't want to let her go-- never again, he'd hold onto her as much as he fucking could. "Where are you going?" Dex couldn't help asking, it was different now with her walking.
Savannah She walked without hesitation or help. She could run and jump and do everything. She was definitely different from the kid he knew once upon a december. She raised her hand and the indicated middle finger in her way out of his sight. " Leave me alone "
Vesper "Well, I'll make sure to leave a note if I ever leave." Vesper bit her lip, not sure of what to say now, he didn't seem as affected by the entire thing like everyone else was. "Do you have booze?" Didn't hurt to ask.
Parker "That would be nice," he said with a smile surprised at her response. He doubted she'd do it anyway he more than likely wouldn't, especially for someone he didn't know. "I wish man. I asked drunkie but he said he got it off of someone I didn't know and it didn't seem right for the guy who doesn't know anyone to go around asking ya know?"
Vesper "Could always steal it off someone, one of the dicks you mentioned..." She trailed off, thinking that the joke was probably in poor taste, but now she was curious as to who had the booze supply. Vesper now thought about a nice glass of whiskey paired off with a stale cigarette.
Dexter An exasperated sigh left Dexter's lips before he eased back, not following her but not moving away either. He just watched, watched as she moved out of his sight. Debating whether he should follow or not, after a moment or two he opted not to. If she didn't return, well then, he'd follow, go after her. Dexter would be there when she needed him, when she truly needed him. For now she needed her space and he was going to give it to her.
Parker "I could, hell, if I knew where I could get it I probably would," he said with a slight chuckle. "As long as it wasn't Logan's." He probably shouldn't have said that out loud, but the damage was done now. "We could always go look, but you know we're probably two of the only people who aren't crying or already drunk."
Vesper "Then it's perfect. We can steal it off the people who are already drunk..." She was now entertaining the idea, surprising desperate for a few hours of numbness. "I've already cried, now all I need is the drunk part. Then I'll be set."
Lyra Walking with heavy steps towards the residential area of the city, Lyra's steps suddenly halted to a stop as she saw Dexter's familiar form. She frowned, silently wondering why he was standing all alone in the middle of the street. She approached him carefully before she patted him on the shoulder. She sent him a small smile. "Hey, you geezer, why standing all on your own like a kicked puppy?"
Parker "If Corvo had some I probably would have tried to knick it off him," he explained then he felt like he was dick not realizing she had been upset. "Oh... did you um know them? One of the people?"
Vesper Her eyes widened, shaking her head, biting her lip once again. "No, I didn't know anybody. Just thinking about my old group and girlfriend. Only reason I came out here."
Parker "Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't really know anyone before, I mean friends I guess, but I was alone when it all happened. Guess not much has changed," he said with a shrug. "I just thought I'd pay my respects, try and be a part of."
Vesper "I didn't know anyone either. I was a complete owner and then it just happened. Then I met her and things just... they were beautiful." She paused there, never admitting that personal information to anyone.
Parker "I'm really sorry to hear that." And he truly was. He couldn't imagine finding happiness in this chaos and then having to lose it. Honestly nothing sounded worse to him. It was part of why he was scared to stay and become a part of a group, get to know people, but for now he felt that it beat the alternative. "So you wanna go look for some or are we headed in?"
Vesper "Let's look for some. Now I really need it." She glanced down at her boots and tapped the heel against the asphalt. "One of the reasons I'm still here, is because I'm tiny and can crawl through small places." She mentioned, really unsure if that would help sell him on the idea of stealing somebody's booze.
Dexter Dexter flinched a bit when he heard the familiar voice of Lyra, blinking a few times he stared at her, trying to process the information he had just went through before he offered a very obvious fake smile. "I'm fine. Just--- thinking." Of course she would know he was not okay, by this point they knew each other well enough to tell when the other was upset. "How are you doing?" He wanted to do what he could to get the topic focus off of himself.
Parker "Yeah, it's sounds like it," he said with a small smile feeling back for bringing it up. "Well if you know where to look I'm all for being your lookout," he teased but there was certainly a truth behind his words.
Vesper "I actually don't know where we could find it. Who was saddest?" Vesper couldn't believe herself, she was actually willing to steal someone's booze. No, this wasn't like her. "They'd probably kick me out if I got caught." She wouldn't group him in, after all she was the one who insisted.
Lyra Her smile immediately flattened into a thin line as concern prompted her eyebrows to furrow. He seemed like the opposite of fine. It was the way he flinched at the sound of her voice that caused her throat to grow tight. She swallowed before lowering her hand almost self-consciously before she moved to stand before him. She glanced behind her and noticed that a figure was retreating. He must have been talking to someone. "Don't lie to me, you asshole," She responded quietly, taking a step away from him almost as if the action would help him breathe better and get over the tension that seemed to have taken over him. "I won't push it but...you know you can talk to me. Okay?" She turned so she was walking next to him. She shrugged, brushing the topic aside. "I'm fine."
Parker He was sure the shock on his face was evident and he wasn't going to dignify the question with a response. "Yeah... I mean I doubt they'd have any in storage or anything I don't have any idea who would have any, we should probably just head home." The idea sounded great in theory, but he wasn't about to start trouble just for the possibility of a drink.
Vesper "I'll probably dream of booze. How fucked up is that." She shook her head and began heading toward their place. It was strange, but she found comfort in knowing she wouldn't be alone, even if he was a stranger.
Parker "Nah... I think we've all been there," he countered knowing full well he had. He was just glad they hadn't done something stupid even if heading off to their "home" sober didn't sound appealing in the slightest.
