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trans_92012-05-19 10:13 am
paidinbeer) wrote in trans_92012-05-19 10:13 am
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Alcohol, the alternative to feeling like myself
The world was busy, and so fast. Always moving faster then Orc could move, or think. It seemed like life was passing in the slow solid blinks of his beady little eyes.
Ever since Howard's death he didn't feel as compelled to be useful. To take care of himself. What was the point really? They were all going to die sooner or later. And it's not like he deserved that second chance Howard was always going on about.
Howard...how long had it been? Between the drinking and Stacy's own peculiar grasp of time he had lost track.
But it didn't matter. All that mattered was forgetting. Forgetting where he was, forgetting what he was. Forgetting about Howard, Betty, home.
And so he kept drinking. And he kept moving. To stay in one place for too long risked trouble. People finding him, feeling bad for him. They were just being nice. But he didn't deserve nice. Not after what he'd done.
The city was perfect for this because there was so much of it. He didn't move fast, and he got tired easily. But he had plucked the beertree clean and drug a cooler with him. One of Howard's last gifts. Maybe Howard had more beer in the warehouse...he would have to stop there and see.
Ever since Howard's death he didn't feel as compelled to be useful. To take care of himself. What was the point really? They were all going to die sooner or later. And it's not like he deserved that second chance Howard was always going on about.
Howard...how long had it been? Between the drinking and Stacy's own peculiar grasp of time he had lost track.
But it didn't matter. All that mattered was forgetting. Forgetting where he was, forgetting what he was. Forgetting about Howard, Betty, home.
And so he kept drinking. And he kept moving. To stay in one place for too long risked trouble. People finding him, feeling bad for him. They were just being nice. But he didn't deserve nice. Not after what he'd done.
The city was perfect for this because there was so much of it. He didn't move fast, and he got tired easily. But he had plucked the beertree clean and drug a cooler with him. One of Howard's last gifts. Maybe Howard had more beer in the warehouse...he would have to stop there and see.
Re: The River
Janet was eager to return the favour when Hank needed a sample of the river water. It was the least she could do for her boyfriend.
She reached the river and was about to collect the sample when she spotted what appeared to be a rock that wore pants and was drinking. "Ben?" Wasp said curiously as she shrunk down to fly over to inspect.
((OOC: Does Orc look like The Thing from The Fantastic Four?))
Re: The River
Unfocused eyes blinked a few times as a bug came into view. He had never seen bugs this far away from Hydroponics. And even then they weren't that big.
He tried weakly to wave it away with a dripping stone hand with water running through the cracks, but he knew he was too slow and clumsy to really swat at something fast and small. Even waving his hand a bit seemed exhausting and he let it fall back into the water with a splash.
Re: The River
"Are you alright? Do you need help?"
Re: The River
Thinking about it made the cold water feel better.
Re: The River
"Hey, it's okay. I'm Janet. What's your name?" She hovered just above his chest, being as friendly as possible.
Re: The River
"Orc." He responded simply not moving a single stone covered muscle as the water splashed against him and washed around him.
Re: The River
Re: The River
Still she was being polite so he couldn't work up the energy to tell her to leave him alone.