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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Jan 8, 2020 21:19:09 GMT -4
 | Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me
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>> "Bro...I'm really cold. Isn't there anything at all we can do about this in the dead of winter? Shouldn't we have asked our gracious 'family' for a few blankets before when we stormed out of there...? But I guess it's been a while since that happened..."Wes paced around and wrapped his arms tighter around himself. The light snowfall from earlier that morning was flattened under his shoes as he stomped around in the same area over and over again. >> "Geez...I don't want to use my quirk just to keep from freezing to death out here...I don't LIKE turning into a small, helpless lump of fur just to get trapped under a falling cardboard box or something."
Occasionally he slipped a bit on one foot before gaining his traction and continuing to pace. Being anxious and cold was his usual state of being this time of year. But lacking a reasonable place to stay warm certainly didn't make his complaints any quieter. He continued to pace around under the closest bridge over troubled water they could find a few moments ago. >> "Hey Bishop, I'd looooooooove it if you'd be so kind as to... maul that tree over there for firewood or something. Does Barghest even care about splinters? Isn't that thing just waiting to be put to good...use...?"Wesker stopped pacing and thought about his own behavior for a moment. >> "I...should try asking what you want in times like this. Obviously I don't know what we want to do about our...shelter problem. And I could use some semblance of a good time, because nothing has been able to stop us from having a good time before. Nothing has stopped us ever since we started running in the first place! Well I mean...things definitely got in our way. But we handled ourselves through all of it and made it all the way here. I think we're losing our momentum. I need some kind of objective to get us a warmer, more entertaining and comfortable place then this..."He looked away into the horizon a moment, listening to the not-so-distant engine sounds above and wishing there was a better place to settle, at least for one night. >> "Whatever these two hands can accomplish, I just wanna go for it. I don't want to keep saying that after touching down on Japanese shores, I've lost my drive to swipe what I need, when I need it. I mean...we didn't inconvenience that many people in the States flying by the seat of our pants. We should just keep doing exactly what we did before, but better! You gotta be on the same page with me, bro. Please...after all the stuff we've been dealing with lately, I think I really need this. Maybe even more then just that...we need a goddamn fire."▲ WORD COUNT: 383 ● NOTES: Time for Wes to be the angel and the devil on Bishop's big ol' shoulders. |
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Jan 12, 2020 16:49:13 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back  Long-term planning had never been their strong suit, Bishop knew that. Short term planning they had on lock, making plans on the fly to make a 'job' work, paying attention to their surroundings, all that. But thinking forward into the future? Not so much. Even their big escape had basically been "run until we hit the ocean". Needless to say, it was coming back to bite both of them, and Wes was just giving words to what Bishop had been feeling since it had started to snow. That said...it was still annoying.
He was rambling. Usually Bishop tried to just let him get it out of his system, but between the increasing cold, lack of real food outside of a few choice moments, and the complaining, he just couldn't manage it this time. He looks up from his spot settled atop a rock beneath the bridge before he spoke up. He tried not to snap, but...it was hard.
"Wes, you think I'm not cold? I thought we'd be sittin' pretty in a heated room at this point, but just like everything else that we planned, that didn't happen. If you wanna go back to that dick and go beg for blankets, you go ahead, because I'm not coming with. I don't even remember where the hell they were at this point. ...I don't where the hell we are at this point with all of this wandering."
He pulled his jacket around himself as well, making sure all buttons were done up, but it didn't help. He was dressed like it was a brisk Fall when snow was slowly piling up and there was no way to remedy that without stealing more clothes. He'd really considered it too, but he saw the looks they got when they tried to go near stores, they'd never get out. Turned out Japan was even more leery of them than Chicago had been. He continued to listen to the rambling before pulling himself to his feet and stepping into his brother's path, glaring down at him, stepping closer as he talked.
"Wait, stop. You're gonna bitch about having to use your Quirk, then turn around and tell me to do it? You're gonna say that mine is waiting for a good use when all you've managed to do is get caught and run? And even if I did 'maul a tree', how the hell do you think we'd get a fire? Do you think that wood burns in snow? I thought you were the smart one! You're over there complai-"
That was about when the low growling came into his voice, and Bishop forced himself to stop. Stop, Barghest. You're not welcome right now, we don't need you. Calm down. Bishop steps off and aside, closing his eyes and taking a few slow, deep breaths. The cold air burned his lungs, but it also allowed himself else to focus on. Thankfully, Wes took this chance to speak back up, which helped as well. Calm down.
"...Sorry, you know how this is all going just as much as I do, I don't need to take it out on you. It just sucks, man. I could use a good time too. It seems like every time we try and do something, it goes bad. Haven't managed to get arrested yet, but god damn have we played it close. Don't have the money to go to an arcade or something. Don't have a place to just relax. And god dammit is it cold. But you know what? You're right. Screw all this moping, let's actually do something about it. Doesn't even have to be something big. Just...something. Take it day by day, right?"
He looked back to his brother and brushes the snow off himself, then moves forward to clap a hand on his shoulder.
"Forget two hands, make that four. We'll tackle this together like we've tackled everything else, neither of us need to shoulder all this ourselves. We've been living like this for years, take what we need when we need it, we just need to be more careful. I know, that's rich comin' from me, but I don't want to get sent to Japanese jail. Could you even imagine? Wouldn't even be able to understand them readin' us our rights."
He gives a playful grin to his brother. There was the Bishop that he knew, had to be buried in there somewhere. Sure, Bishop was still cold and hungry, but at least he wasn't being pissy for now.
"But yeah, fire and food first. We can't steal a house, but some food we can get for sure. Might still be able to get some cheap fried chicken, I saw deals on that around the holidays...still can't believe we missed those. Remind me about that next time we're at our backpacks. And if we can find, like, a barrel or something and some newspaper...I still have my lighter to make a fire. I can find some dry wood probably. It'll be like hanging out in the old warehouse all over again. Sound good?" WORDS: 847 - TAGS:- NOTES: The emotional roller-coaster! |
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Feb 2, 2020 20:56:02 GMT -4
| Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me
I don't know, they somehow saved me | |
Wes received his brother's playful grin with open (metaphorical) arms. Maybe they'd finally make a decision on something now that the time was finally right. It was about time. If his brother started growling again like he did just then, Wes wasn't entirely sure he'd know how to handle it. Come to think of it...the first and only other time Bishop growled at him like that was... The hairs on his whole body stood on end. He didn't want to feel scared for his life quite like that again. In a survival situation, his brother disappearing and leaving a hungry ghost of his brother behind would be...well... He decided he'd rather not think about it. Luckily, Bishop continued and reminded him what was important. >> "But yeah, fire and food first. We can't steal a house, but some food we can get for sure. Might still be able to get some cheap fried chicken, I saw deals on that around the holidays...still can't believe we missed those. Remind me about that next time we're at our backpacks. And if we can find, like, a barrel or something and some newspaper...I still have my lighter to make a fire. I can find some dry wood probably. It'll be like hanging out in the old warehouse all over again. Sound good?"The fried chicken...honestly didn't sound bad at all. It sounded fantastic, mostly because all food sounded good to him in this situation. And yeah...he really...REALLY...didn't want to go to Japanese jail. That truth was as much certain as it was painfully obvious. Maybe it was the hunger...but Wes was hit with another idea without warning. Following Bishop's recommendation when times were tough was a usual habit of his, despite his usual job description as the 'brains of the operation'. >> "Hey Bishop. Why settle for good, when we could settle with great? Fried chicken is a great backup, don't get me wrong. But...Ya know where there's an absolute literal truckload of meals to acquire in a wide variety of ways?...He waited for a second, and opened his arms in a silly game-show host stance, jazz hands shivering in suspense (while the cold weather only strengthened the effect). Once the atmosphere was properly and awkwardly built up, he stomped the ground and pumped his fist in the air. >> "One of the big ol' fish markets in town! I think I saw one the other day while I was kidnapped! Right before I passed out I saw a whole bunch of mouth-watering stuff! People had ice-bags opened and whole, raw fish of all kinds splayed out all over the place!His relatively short arms were opened out with palms facing the windchill above to get across the plentiful bounty of an entire market of raw fish with grandiose body language. >> "We could digest them pretty much raw without even needing a fire if we get away with a few!...even if I kinda don't want to rely on our powers anymore. It's...a price I'll pay for now. But at that rate, I'd get everything we needed to make a fire if you really wanted to. That's the easy part."As Wesker thought about going through with his new plan, he felt some feelings of hesitation start to rise...but at this point it was too late. Bishop was in need of Wes complaining less about everything. He had to stick with this idea for the sake of turning a new collective leaf, or else they'd both just...never figure out what to do about their situation and get just a bit more stuck then they were a few minutes ago. It was now or never. >> "So...if you're down, then we'll go? I know I'm down to head over to the fish market first. Even if we don't end up finding an opportunity after all, I think it'll be nice to check."He began toward the general direction of train station, one slow backwards step at a time. His thumb pointed away toward his destination. Wes hoped his brother would agree and start to follow, but he kept facing backwards to be sure. If his brother was compelled enough, maybe he'd follow. He really needed to sell Bishop on the idea or an Atkinson success story may never come to pass at all. ▲ WORD COUNT: 716 ● NOTES: "This one's for all the little dreamers / And the one's who never gave a f*ck" |
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