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Posted on March 2, 2020 at 00:11:36 AM by hook & memphis
| !! MATURE !!
Some minor swearing, talk of death. Hook settled himself into the little bed on the ground floor of the inn, the only place he'd been able to afford; in truth, he hadn't been able to afford a suitable room, but the proprietor and her family had put their heads to come up with arrangements for him. He'd told them not to worry, that he'd find a place, but they weren't having it; they knew as well as he did that with the sudden influx of refugees from Earth any place that he might have been able to afford was packed solid and his only options would have been to seek out a place at an emergency shelter or, like many others, try to find rest on the streets. Olive had apologized profusely for the small, cramped room - likely a storage room they'd quickly cleared for this purpose - and assured him they'd get a better bed for him soon, but Hook wasn't worried. For all that they'd clearly rushed, the room was spotless and clean. It smelled lightly of natural cleaners, none of that overpowering sterile stench one might find in prisons and hospitals alike - both of which he'd spent far too much of his life in recently for his tastes. It was warm and cozy, not cold and cramped, and there were no screams or, worse somehow, the quiet weeping of other inmates to shake him from his fitful sleep -that alone was plenty for his gratitude. He considered the options he'd been provided by the Destras, jobs and opportunities. They had positions here at the inn, they'd said, but also a vast network. They asked him what he wanted to do, and the fact he had a choice was a change he wasn't sure he was ready for. Hook scrunched his legs up, turning to his side, and decided he'd face his options in the morning with a clear head. He was asleep as soon as the thought came; in prison one took what they could when they could, and sleep was no different. The cold sunk into his bones and he shivered, reaching for his blankets - he'd kicked them off at some point in the night as he'd left his heater on by accident, and the room had felt far too hot for his tastes - but instead found... skin? Hook yanked his hand back, instantly, painfully awake. Dense snow was mounded around him on all sides, but he lay on bare ground between two other bodies - a young man with dark auburn hair and a young woman with vibrant neon hair. The man whom he'd poked was stirring slightly, yawning and stretching, but the woman was still. Hook reached over to nudge her, but stopped before he could as his world ground to a halt. It was her. It had to be. Hook scrambled back, away from her, and knocked into the wall of snow, sending a few cold plops onto his head. The young man flicked a brow at him, and Hook knew his face had drained of all color. She was... she had to be... she couldn't be. e'd seen her in photographs, smiling and laughing on the arm of the cruelest, most violent man in their city. He'd listened to her music as it throbbed through clubs when he was undercover. And he'd seen her, cold and still on the stainless steel table at the morgue while the examiner droned on and on about the damage done to her small body. He'd seen her pictures up on the screen at his hearing, at his sentencing. He'd heard her friends call him a monster, even that sonofabitch who'd framed him smirking through his false tears. Hook had gone to jail for her - no, that wasn't right. He'd gone to jail because of her boyfriend, because of what he'd done to her. This couldn't be happening, it just... couldn't. The young man gently shook the woman's arm. "Nyxx?" he asked, and Hook felt like he was going to throw up. Even the name was the same. How? How could it be that he'd failed her so badly, and now she was here? They hadn't known each other in life, not really. Hook, as an officer, had known more of her than she likely knew, but they'd never met. The guy looked back at him. "Who're you?" "I-I'm Hook," he replied anxiously, trying desperately to regain his cool as the woman stirred at last. "What are we doing here?" "Memphis, and this is my friend, Nyxx. As for what we're doing here, I haven't a clue. Some Shaman shit I'm sure," the young man said with a shrug. |
Replies:
- There's still a fire in my heart, my darling - By Nyxx April 11, 2020 at 02:16:02 AM
- look at the stars - By HOOK [& MEMPHIS] August 1, 2020 at 11:41:10 AM
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