replies on hold. i'm having a very hard time financially right now and as much as i wanna just spend time here and ignore the outside world, i can't.
i'll be back when i'm doing better.
β well, he was my first pick to ask, but ... β
the mentioned man doesn't seem completely ... in a perfect state of mind. he's leaning on max pretty much the instant he sits down, babbling about the state of the city ... or +
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a simple answer , nothing gentle or pleasant about . simple && straight to the point whether thatβs indicative of Natahβs character or something else is another thing to dive into later , right now itβs just plain to see that she
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that made it impossible for him to finally find a grave for himself.
he's quiet when he accepts the bottle, at least half of its content is gone after he first brings it to his lips. )
... have you ever been to panama ? brazil ?
it's held up for more than ten years ... don't think it's worth investing in an alternative now.
( a decade since ... death. only a shell remained, still roaming earth to the sick pleasure of whoever was the bastard +
don't we all?
( levelling. nullify the separation, both physical and metaphorical. judgement remains restrained in the backdrop of his mind. deft hands reaches into his canvas bag and offers a spare bottle of water to max. )
β this place is ... i've seen it before. i think. i ... β
blood trails. the anguished screams of michelle and rose. just what had he walked into ...
β lead the way, wake. if you've truly got an idea on what's going on here ... β
βYou ..m have ended up some place that isn't meant for you , Max , I can get you out of here but you need to - ... Trust me. β else he will be lost to the shadows forever , βCome with me and we will get you back to - back to New York. β
" hm ββ talk ? talk, after what i've seen you do ? "
burning memories. he had no real recollection of what had transpired before ... ββ the city. the shadows. the writer.
a gunshot. the fallen girl. +
βMax - β
How the fuck did he end up here in The Dark Place ? He must have fallen through an overlap -
The writer was standing with his hands up a little bit , though one hand was loosely holding the angel lamp - keeping the shadows at bay for now. β
it's a quiet bar. a strange yet ... comforting contrast from the outside, the roars of the city were audible if one got close to the door.
the stalls are all taken, except for the one next to @KHARNAVORE.
β is the scotch here any good ? β
gun pointed straight at @BRlGHTFALLS, the safety off and with his finger near the trigger.
he couldn't remember anything besides being stuck in this ... hellhole of a city. all the voices.
" it's you. the writer. "
like i said ... i had it handled ββ can't offer more than ten bucks for what you did. and where i'm running off to ... ?
( trying to keep up, steps careful and with an unmistakable lack of any precision. )
pharmacy. running low +
Apollo.
[Throwing an arm over his shoulder.]
Where are you running to? Might as well carry you if you're not going to be able to keep up. And I want compensation for this. I don't do this for free.
right ... you're definitely not the guy i remember. but that ... that makes no sense.
( come to think of it, he couldn't really ... remember anything. where had he been just five minutes ago ? wasn't it a sunny day ? ) +
β β β β '' No... I never have. ''
If it wasn't for him being soo desensitized by the dark place, Alan would probably be more worried. Though he stayed cautious and calculated, his posture reflected that.
'' Horror stories, thrillers, anything dark. ''