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discedo_logs2008-09-17 10:02 pm
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Who: Walter Sullivan and Eileen Galvin
Where: Outside of Warehouse - 11121
When: Late afternoon of Wednesday.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eileen comes to say hello.
the log:
The supporters were amusing, because Walter does not imagine himself an innocent to anything. His hands are no more clean than anyone else's; although he is not innocent, he is also not convinced that he is completely wrong about his beliefs and his thinking process. He is not wrong, cannot be wrong.
Those who go against him convince him that he is definitely not wrong.
But almost everyone is a fool.
Almost.
Walter is taking his time, being sure to pack what he needs from his warehouse. It will be time to move soon. The idea of ... actually living with Jackie is something curious. He's still so unused to having friends, and Jackie's perpetual loyalty is confounding.
But not something Walter doesn't appreciate.
To think; the moment they met, Walter threatened to kill him for staying in room 302.
Walter tosses a duffel bag out from the warehouse, wincing a little. He's still not used to keeping injuries, and the burns and wound from the kunai are starting to really hurt. They're not infected; he's been smart about that. But the longer time goes on, the more they hurt.
Sometimes he wonders if living as a human is worth it. All of the stifling emotions and the fragile body. But it's nice to have Valtiel's silence.
He looks out into the town; quiet and dusty and fallen.
Yes. Just like home to him.
Where: Outside of Warehouse - 11121
When: Late afternoon of Wednesday.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eileen comes to say hello.
the log:
The supporters were amusing, because Walter does not imagine himself an innocent to anything. His hands are no more clean than anyone else's; although he is not innocent, he is also not convinced that he is completely wrong about his beliefs and his thinking process. He is not wrong, cannot be wrong.
Those who go against him convince him that he is definitely not wrong.
But almost everyone is a fool.
Almost.
Walter is taking his time, being sure to pack what he needs from his warehouse. It will be time to move soon. The idea of ... actually living with Jackie is something curious. He's still so unused to having friends, and Jackie's perpetual loyalty is confounding.
But not something Walter doesn't appreciate.
To think; the moment they met, Walter threatened to kill him for staying in room 302.
Walter tosses a duffel bag out from the warehouse, wincing a little. He's still not used to keeping injuries, and the burns and wound from the kunai are starting to really hurt. They're not infected; he's been smart about that. But the longer time goes on, the more they hurt.
Sometimes he wonders if living as a human is worth it. All of the stifling emotions and the fragile body. But it's nice to have Valtiel's silence.
He looks out into the town; quiet and dusty and fallen.
Yes. Just like home to him.