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route_10652013-02-16 08:08 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote in route_10652013-02-16 08:08 pm
Welcome Carter
Who: Blake, Shaun, and eventually Norman
Where: Outskirts of Violet City
When: Feb. 16, afternoon
Summary: Blake gets to Violet and meets somebody who isn't happy to see him.
Rating: PG-13 for Blake's mouth
Log:
A week. A solid fucking week of tramping on foot through woods and fields full of rats, birds, and giant bugs that all wanted a piece of him. This morning a caterpillar the size of a Dachshund tried to crawl up his leg and he kicked it into a lake.
Steve Buscemi was dealing with it like a champ, though. Blake never would've thought the little dog had it in her. She'd been biting the shit out of everything and leaving a trail of cold-cocked rats and pigeons behind her. Good thing, since the turnip did nothing but flop around like a moron.
He had both of them put away in the little baseball things, after trying it a couple times just for a few seconds to make sure they wouldn't suffocate or anything. He didn't need to be hauling around spheres of dead animal. The pink piggy-bank thing that hatched on the night of the blackout thought dodging the laser was some kind of game, so he gave up and let it float along behind him. He'd woken up to the thing chewing on his head.
The best lead he had was Norman Jayden. Fuck if that's not worse than giant killer ladybugs.
He was supposed to meet up with him here, but now that he was on the fringe of the town he wasn't in any hurry. The son of a bitch was going to be smug enough about catching the Origami Killer without adding in being the one who knew how this world worked. And sooner or later he was going to have to deal with Shaun Mars, the kid convinced he'd killed his father.
What do you know. There was somebody kid-sized in the grass by the road. It couldn't be. Blake's luck wasn't that horrible.
Where: Outskirts of Violet City
When: Feb. 16, afternoon
Summary: Blake gets to Violet and meets somebody who isn't happy to see him.
Rating: PG-13 for Blake's mouth
Log:
A week. A solid fucking week of tramping on foot through woods and fields full of rats, birds, and giant bugs that all wanted a piece of him. This morning a caterpillar the size of a Dachshund tried to crawl up his leg and he kicked it into a lake.
Steve Buscemi was dealing with it like a champ, though. Blake never would've thought the little dog had it in her. She'd been biting the shit out of everything and leaving a trail of cold-cocked rats and pigeons behind her. Good thing, since the turnip did nothing but flop around like a moron.
He had both of them put away in the little baseball things, after trying it a couple times just for a few seconds to make sure they wouldn't suffocate or anything. He didn't need to be hauling around spheres of dead animal. The pink piggy-bank thing that hatched on the night of the blackout thought dodging the laser was some kind of game, so he gave up and let it float along behind him. He'd woken up to the thing chewing on his head.
The best lead he had was Norman Jayden. Fuck if that's not worse than giant killer ladybugs.
He was supposed to meet up with him here, but now that he was on the fringe of the town he wasn't in any hurry. The son of a bitch was going to be smug enough about catching the Origami Killer without adding in being the one who knew how this world worked. And sooner or later he was going to have to deal with Shaun Mars, the kid convinced he'd killed his father.
What do you know. There was somebody kid-sized in the grass by the road. It couldn't be. Blake's luck wasn't that horrible.
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He walked aimlessly down the street. Sick as he felt, he wasn't going to mope around like an idiot. Things went to shit and you kept moving. You dealt with it.
So did he. Jesus.
For the first time since Carter'd gotten here, he didn't have the little dog following him around. Almost everybody he passed had some little mutant walking by them or on their shoulder. Made him realize he'd gotten used to her.
Carter figured the only thing to do was find someplace to stay, and hell, a job. He wasn't getting out of here anytime soon.
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This isn't the first this happens but it always takes Norman by surprise when it does. There is a sad look in his eyes. One who feels sorry for a boy who's lost everything but also a man who is helpless. All he can do is wrap is arm around Shaun and tightens the embrace. Alvin tries his best to cheer up the boy by hugging his leg, nuzzling his chubby furry face against it.
"I'm not going anywhere, Shaun. I promise."
Norman is not parental figure. Not by a damn longshot. But...he'll try. He'll do it for Shaun.
And Ethan.