07-09-2018, 01:30 AM
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Church was tired, to say the least. He had thought Washington had been a pain in the ass, but Carolina had turned out to be even worse, and a lot more intimidating somehow. Really, both of them were able to make him uneasy with their mere presence. Maybe it was because they were Freelancers, but either way, he didn't like nor trust them. He went along with what they said, though, if only because they were somewhat familiar with the way they behaved. Military behavior and all that. Whatever the reason, he just wasn't comfortable around them--or even the Ascendants members, for that matter.
He had never been the cautious type, and it was bothering him as he seemed to become more and more alert. This whole situation wasn't like the one in that boxed-in canyon--there were many outside forces at play here, so many unknown things. He had so many questions but no answers and it was driving him wild. So, despite whatever orders the Freelancers had given him, he set off on a walk to clear his head. He did it often back in Blood Gulch, whenever Caboose or Tucker became too much. It was one of few of his actually healthy coping habits.
However, as he went deeper into the territory, he came across an end to the plains and a sudden dip down towards the water. There were a few entrance points, and he slowly made his way down towards the shore, taking in the salty air. It was nice to feel like everything was normal, to be able to pretend that it was. Closing his eyes, for all he knew he could still be a human. He could still be back in the gulch with his stupid teammates and Tex. Tex.
The canine's eyes snapped open as he remembered her. His teeth grit against each other and he shook his head, as if he was trying to shake off her memory. Where there were once fondness and love, there was now just pain and hurt. He was a prideful man, but one too many times of having that pride hurt eventually made him grow distant. He had loved Tex, for all that mattered, but apparently she wasn't in the same boat. Or maybe she just had a rough time expressing it. Whatever it was, he could only look back at their times together with grief in his chest.
After a few moments, he found himself in the water, reteaching himself how to swim with four legs. It came to him fairly quickly, and soon enough he was paddling around, enjoying his time in the sea. He remembered when he was younger and would play in the creek all day and afternoon, until his mother yelled at him to come inside. Those were good days, but they had come and gone quickly.
"SPEECH"
Church was tired, to say the least. He had thought Washington had been a pain in the ass, but Carolina had turned out to be even worse, and a lot more intimidating somehow. Really, both of them were able to make him uneasy with their mere presence. Maybe it was because they were Freelancers, but either way, he didn't like nor trust them. He went along with what they said, though, if only because they were somewhat familiar with the way they behaved. Military behavior and all that. Whatever the reason, he just wasn't comfortable around them--or even the Ascendants members, for that matter.
He had never been the cautious type, and it was bothering him as he seemed to become more and more alert. This whole situation wasn't like the one in that boxed-in canyon--there were many outside forces at play here, so many unknown things. He had so many questions but no answers and it was driving him wild. So, despite whatever orders the Freelancers had given him, he set off on a walk to clear his head. He did it often back in Blood Gulch, whenever Caboose or Tucker became too much. It was one of few of his actually healthy coping habits.
However, as he went deeper into the territory, he came across an end to the plains and a sudden dip down towards the water. There were a few entrance points, and he slowly made his way down towards the shore, taking in the salty air. It was nice to feel like everything was normal, to be able to pretend that it was. Closing his eyes, for all he knew he could still be a human. He could still be back in the gulch with his stupid teammates and Tex. Tex.
The canine's eyes snapped open as he remembered her. His teeth grit against each other and he shook his head, as if he was trying to shake off her memory. Where there were once fondness and love, there was now just pain and hurt. He was a prideful man, but one too many times of having that pride hurt eventually made him grow distant. He had loved Tex, for all that mattered, but apparently she wasn't in the same boat. Or maybe she just had a rough time expressing it. Whatever it was, he could only look back at their times together with grief in his chest.
After a few moments, he found himself in the water, reteaching himself how to swim with four legs. It came to him fairly quickly, and soon enough he was paddling around, enjoying his time in the sea. He remembered when he was younger and would play in the creek all day and afternoon, until his mother yelled at him to come inside. Those were good days, but they had come and gone quickly.
"SPEECH"