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sixthiterationlogs2018-11-09 09:01 pm
onesyllable) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-11-09 09:01 pm
A whiskey bottle comforts me and tells me not to cry
WHO: Joshua Faraday
WHERE: Fountain. North Village. South Village Inn
WHEN: Middle of November
OPEN TO: Vasquez, All
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
WHERE: Fountain. North Village. South Village Inn
WHEN: Middle of November
OPEN TO: Vasquez, All
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
Arrival
Last he'd known was a comfortable bed, a full belly, and a lot of nightmarish thoughts of how he and the others might die the next day. Somehow finding himself drowning rather than waking up to die is far more fear inducing.
Dragging himself out of the water and onto a bench, he lay down there in the sun for a bit, trying to dry off and buy himself time not to think about this. Whatever this is. Nothing looks right. His clothes aren't right. Hell, for all he knows this is Hell and he never made it out of Rose Creek except in a shallow hole. However it happened, he's not ready to think about it.
Also to not think about the pain he's got in his gut, his skin feeling tight and his head pounding. Drowning will do that to a man. So will being a mostly functioning alcoholic without a drink and with your body having a fit that you're running on empty.
So he lay there under the sun, not caring it is cold on his wet skin and clothes and pretends none of this is happening while he tries to clear his head.
The Inn
Finding Vasquez after Joshua gave up on ignoring how much like shit he feels hadn't done much to help in so many ways. He knows things got bad. Like he's been in a coma bad or the like. He's gotten some whiskey though, and he's been nursing the bottle for a few days to try and not get back to feeling like he did when he arrived.
Not that things are much better. Between Vasquez's attitude, the revelations that were made, and the weirdo who apparently wore a fur coat for everything - maybe even sleeping - and he just needs time to think.
So he makes the hike down to the Inn every few days, getting a meal and trying to make sense of his place and all that he seems to have lost. At least now he has a white linen shirt to wear and so he's only got on the yellow pants with the shoes they gave him. It all feels weird, but the food is familiar enough so least there's that.
He's curious about others though, settling down at tables where others are and giving them a minute or two before asking about where they came from, what they do here, or what happened to them before they got stuck here.
The House - Locked to Vasquez
It's been a few days and Joshua is still trying to work this out. He's not sure what to think about Vasquez and this Booboo fellow or whatever the hell his name is. He's not sure how to handle that Vasquez is being with others. It's all so different than what he's familiar with, especially since even having feelings like that he hasn't let them so because it's wrong and screwing that up could have caused a lot of shit in a war they had started.
Jack had been a bear in a human suit, but Joshua is pretty sure their roommate is definitely a wolf in sheep's clothing, so he's glad when he wakes up and he's apparently gone and out.
Sitting on the front porch in the chill air, sipping a bit off the little bit of whiskey he has left in the bottle and trying to not think while waiting for Vasquez to get up.
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"Time is different for everyone. We all have different memories. I don't know how it happens but it's possible that something happened and Vasquez is trying to handle it but unwilling to tell you about it." She didn't know Vasquez but she remembered the look on Clint's face when she had reappeared in the village.
It looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
"You should get used to not drinking." She met his gaze thoughtfully, a hint of worry furrowing between her eyebrows. "If you can. This place is hard at times. You'll need to be focused." And not going through withdraw.
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He's betting that's the case, but it isn't stopping him from asking others if maybe they have any idea or any details.
He snorts at that, taking a sip as she says it. "I'm not sure I know what those words mean," he teases with a smirk. "I haven't not had drinks since I was in short pants." Which might explain a lot about him and the issues he's facing in this place.
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Her expression softened. "It'll be hard for you then. Good luck." It sounded like he'd need it. "I don't think there is any other help I can offer in that though."
She didn't have any alcohol of her own but if she got some she'll likely end up calling Joshua.
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Shaking his head, not sure how to find the words because he's never been true or open to anyone else, but here it's be open or fall behind. Already he's seeing that.
"It that bad? More than it was when I came out of the water?" Looking nervous and uncertain and definitely scared though he isn't sure how to hide that. "Been maybe ten years since I've lived without a drink. I know I'm not... sober. I'm not sober, but thought I'd be dead before I had to be."
Except he is dead. He just doesn't know that yet.
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Wanda didn't it would help but even a small drop of hope was something in this place.
"It isn't bad but different. We all had different ways to live and you'll have to find a new one here." She glanced at the window and the now fading light. "I should go but I'll be around. If you need anything, let me know. I've been here long enough that I might be able to help."
And if she finds alcohol, she'll let him know.
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Nodding as she assures him it's just different, and maybe he can adjust to that in time. He hopes so.
"Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate this. Least things here mean that many are kind," he says with a nod. "Generous. Appreciate it."
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Wanda wasn't big on goodbyes. So she nodded her head and headed towards the door, leaving Joshua to his vodka.