"Believe me, I do believe in people becoming their better selves. But uh... got a clue in on how they did it there. And I decided I didn't wanna be a part of it anymore."
He tucks his hands in his pockets, ambling around the old house and looking at the various decrepit items within. A magazine here. An old toy there. Small miracles that not everything had been picked clean. Or maybe it had been, maybe they'd been left by the last squatters. Some roaming, needy family.
Shame he didn't consider this shit before.
"That said, I won't be turnin' anyone in or pointing a gun at 'em or say more than... well, takes a lot more sacrifices than it's worth to keep a place like that running smooth." Sacrifices that were every bit as blisteringly savage as those fuckers that'd throw a living person on a pyre for good luck. Just with a gentrified fashion and an even toothed smile as they extinguished threats that were more often than not imagined.
"I just wanna be straight with you. That's it. I need to find someone. A colleague who passed through. Skinny as a rail, but had a chiseled face, perfect hair, deep brown eyes." Odd of him to note how brown the things were in a tone that suggested he took special notice of them. "Looked like a poster. That's no exaggeration. Practically looked like he stepped out of one of our 'rebuild America' posters. He uh... He had to get out before me. Pretty sure he came back down here, even if he didn't go back to his old job."
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"Believe me, I do believe in people becoming their better selves. But uh... got a clue in on how they did it there. And I decided I didn't wanna be a part of it anymore."
He tucks his hands in his pockets, ambling around the old house and looking at the various decrepit items within. A magazine here. An old toy there. Small miracles that not everything had been picked clean. Or maybe it had been, maybe they'd been left by the last squatters. Some roaming, needy family.
Shame he didn't consider this shit before.
"That said, I won't be turnin' anyone in or pointing a gun at 'em or say more than... well, takes a lot more sacrifices than it's worth to keep a place like that running smooth." Sacrifices that were every bit as blisteringly savage as those fuckers that'd throw a living person on a pyre for good luck. Just with a gentrified fashion and an even toothed smile as they extinguished threats that were more often than not imagined.
"I just wanna be straight with you. That's it. I need to find someone. A colleague who passed through. Skinny as a rail, but had a chiseled face, perfect hair, deep brown eyes." Odd of him to note how brown the things were in a tone that suggested he took special notice of them. "Looked like a poster. That's no exaggeration. Practically looked like he stepped out of one of our 'rebuild America' posters. He uh... He had to get out before me. Pretty sure he came back down here, even if he didn't go back to his old job."