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fluxscape2021-06-29 03:52 pm
alphabeticalplans) wrote in fluxscape2021-06-29 03:52 pm
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Closed; it was not ever meant to be a date
Who; Biggs and Jean
Where; Jean's apartment
When; Friday (25th), evening
What; Biggs is returning the favor of boozeand actually bought glasses
CW: Violence and discussion thereof, and other terrible things in Jean's past
Against all odds and his better judgment, Biggs has actually settled into a routine in this place. Admittedly, it's taken some time to digest the fact that this is all real, that there isn't a way for him to return home, but he's got a steady job and he's even made some friends. He knows it's unlikely the locals will remember him when they move on to the next place, but for now, it was enough to keep him busy and his mind decidedly off those he'd left behind in his own world. Besides, he'd even made some good friends, or a friend at least, and that was where he was heading how that he'd stopped by the liquor store on the way to their apartments. Jean had supplied the booze the last time, and he owed her drinks.
And glasses, which he'd picked up too, on the way over. He has the glasses in a box tucked under his arm, the bottle of whiskey in a paper bag, and he knocks with his free hand.
Where; Jean's apartment
When; Friday (25th), evening
What; Biggs is returning the favor of booze
CW: Violence and discussion thereof, and other terrible things in Jean's past
Against all odds and his better judgment, Biggs has actually settled into a routine in this place. Admittedly, it's taken some time to digest the fact that this is all real, that there isn't a way for him to return home, but he's got a steady job and he's even made some friends. He knows it's unlikely the locals will remember him when they move on to the next place, but for now, it was enough to keep him busy and his mind decidedly off those he'd left behind in his own world. Besides, he'd even made some good friends, or a friend at least, and that was where he was heading how that he'd stopped by the liquor store on the way to their apartments. Jean had supplied the booze the last time, and he owed her drinks.
And glasses, which he'd picked up too, on the way over. He has the glasses in a box tucked under his arm, the bottle of whiskey in a paper bag, and he knocks with his free hand.
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"I'm sorry you felt it..." she bit down on her lower lip and kept her legs pulled to her chest. "Everyone else was upset about it. I think it was the real tipping point for everyone becoming afraid of me."
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He shook his head, earnestly meeting her eyes, provided they were raised in a way he could, and reached out, placing a hand on her knee. "Authorities are supposed to protect us, that's what they tell us, but when those authorities decide they're more loyal to something other than protection, there isn't a law to protect you from them. If you have the power to protect yourself and the people you love, then why wouldn't you use it?"