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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:16 pm
He wasn't sure when the rumors started. Or which rumor came first. Nevada and Otto. Nevada being sick. Or worse that she was dead. He hadn't even dared reach out to Stormy about it. The thought made his stomach twist into knots.
What had happened? Who or what did it? Was it the monster who took her eye? Was it whatever had started when she forgot who he was? It didn't matter the reason. Just that it had happened, it had happened and he hadn't known a thing about it or been able to even face her during it because she couldn't even remember who he was.
So when he found himself in front of Otto's door, hand hovering over top, a bag over his shoulder like he last had when Peyton turned him down on an offer. He had to wonder what he was trying to achieve. What was the point?
He didn't dwell on it much longer, he simply knocked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:25 pm
A messy looking excuse for a human being answered the door, a half empty bottle of Southern Comfort dangling from his hand. He glared at Ro for disturbing his alone time with the bottle and his dream journal.
"What'dya want?" He drawled lazily, his hazy blue gaze trying to focus on Ro.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:29 pm
Roland noticed the bottle, he didn't blame Otto at all.
"What happened. To her." It was spoken quietly, it was likely going to hurt the boy, but better him then Stormy in Roland's mind. He wouldn't be able to stand the site of Stormy during this conversation.
"I heard it a while back but, she forgot about me. She hated me. And then this.... I heard she was around you and Stormy, but I can't. I can't talk to Stormy about this. So...."
He paused, "I'm here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:42 pm
Otto hissed, as if having to explain would physically hurt him.
"She...." Otto turned back into his room, expecting Ro might follow. "Student got her... the Haunted House put a wall between me 'n her... so when that zombie came it.." He felt sick. It replayed again. Her screams, her blood. It ripped through his mind in painful flashes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:46 pm
Roland flinched when Otto hissed, he was right, it was going to be painful to get this information, but he had to know, he deserved to know.
He followed Otto, keeping just a bit of distance as he spoke, for a moment it looked like Otto might hunch over and be sick at which point Roland moved a bit closer. "So it is true. She's gone...." his voice trailed off and very hesitantly a hand reached to the other Hunters shoulder.
"I know we haven't gotten along in the past... but." He sighed, "We both cared for her. I just..." He shook the bag, "You look like you could use some help."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:53 pm
"What is it?" He asked, guarded. He hated being so raw and open with a stranger, his usual wall broken apart with despair. His other encounters had been with people he trusted for the most part.
Otto was tired. Sad. Miserable.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:01 pm
"Clothes" he was still in his usual coat, he'd need something else given the weather report. "And a few hundred dollars," he added, "I had planned to go off island, twice, and every time it fell through. One of them was with her. So. Let's go. For her."
He looked at the half empty bottle, "And that too."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:05 pm
Otto seemed to tense.
"Go.... out? Off the island?" Otto repeated, nervously rubbing his arm. He was a mess, inside and out. Being out in the real world with it's beautiful fresh air and ample eateries seemed intimidating. How dare he treat himself to luxury when he'd watched his lover die. Could he forgive himself enough to let himself heal? To go and enjoy a day out in her honour?
"I dunno..."
What if I cry again? What if I fall apart in public?
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:42 pm
"Yeah, I um, I was going to go to Paris with her..." He didn't mention he had found her cheating that same day. "We can go there, or something a little more down key." He shrugged, "I hear Canada has good coffee and liquor stores."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:47 pm
Paris. Otto remembered her taking him to Italy once. They'd had Gelato. She'd spoken Italian. They'd...
Otto grimaced suddenly and shook his head. "Not Europe.." He croaked out. He wouldn't explain why. "Canada is fine... lemme change.. only for a few hours okay? I don't wanna be out long..." He held his arms around his stomach, turning and dragging himself into the bedroom to change.
Everything hurt. Everything reminded him of her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:55 pm
Roland waited, as soon as Otto rounded the corner he shifted his bag dragging out a soft hoddie bundling himself up, it was cold back in the real world. Apparently the US and Canada where being hit my frost in spring time.
Bundled up he waited for Otto to return, "Not long, not Europe. Deal." leaning on the door frame he waited taking a moment to look around the Hunters room, he'd never been in another hunters room before like this. Just lower ranked hunters like himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:58 pm
Otto came back out. He sported a heavy hoodie, long and warm. Black. Black jeans, and white sneakers. His kept a scarf around his neck, and he was pulling on the winter coat he'd bought himself earlier in the year.
"Okay..." He breathed out shakily. "Lead the way..."
He was gunna do it. He was going... outside.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:06 pm
Roland nodded before turning out the door, it wasn't a long walk and it was mostly in silence as they reached the portals. A few minutes of haggling with the tech to just open the portal please, and they found themselves in a back alley some where in the midst of Toronto.
"I heard of a place called Watermarks, we can go there." He made a gesture towards the exit of the alley before moving forward. Moving to the edge of the alley he looked back again, "Thanks... for coming out and stuff for this by the way."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:11 pm
Otto shuddered as soon as the cold air of Canada went through him. He'd been spoiled by Tropical winter, by mild nights and warm days. Even with a coat, the air went straight through to his bones. He wanted indoors quickly.
"W-what's Watermarks?" He shuddered, following after Roland quickly.
"It's.... it's fine.." he murmured back.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 6:39 am
Roland breathed out in the evening air, the fog lingering on his breath reminded him of the bases in Massachusetts. He still liked Florida and the island more, but it was a part of his life so he embraced it.
"Irish pub place." He gave a slight wave to suggest he follow along as he started out the Alley.
As they walk Roland finally started to talk again, "She probably never mentioned me.... some time after the tare she forgot about me entirely. I never knew why."
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