“Gotta leave it to the Brit’s, their royals vanish and they still have enough respect for king and country not to trash the palace.” Tris laughed as he took a sip of tea out of the antique tea cups. ‘Finger sandwiches’ and tea. Well crackers and peanut butter, but if you imagined hard enough you could pretend the were cucumbers and mayo and real bread. “It’s a pity there's no way to bottle up a building to be preserved.” Tris sighed. His camera was on the table, he’d been there before but still took pictures. Something to remember the place by once it inevitably gets destroyed.
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Alex must’ve looked so very strange; showing up unannounced in Tris’ living room, sporting that cheesy grin along with a golf bag slung over his shoulder. Granted not that most folks, or any really, would’ve noticed or cared. Still the young man was in a good mood after having found that old magazine, and so in his excitement Ghost popped in to see his old friend. The invitation to Buckingham Palace might have been strange for anyone other then a fellow teleporter. However he knew that it was one that his collector friend likely couldn’t resist. Oh the place was filled with all manner of trinkets and treasures...not that much of it held any real value in this new world they lived in. However it wasn’t loot that brought Alex there today, but a chance to get some putt putt in, and maybe to score some awesome dog treats and eats for Tris’ pet too.
“Pretty sure the people just left the place alone since there’s not really much worth taking in here. Can’t eat gold, or pawn some antiques these days. Still...according to the article the queen was a big dog lover. Had like a bunch of em living here too, and treated em like royalty as well. So ya gotta figure that there’s a stash of untouched dog food and treats just sitting around in a larder or something.” Even as he spoke Alex kept his eye on the literal yellow golf ball; lining up his shot down the truly long hallway, aiming for a flag and cup that he had setup. All over the beautiful palace, throughout its extensive corridors, Ghost had placed 18 holes and flags that he had taken from a mini golf spot in Dayton Ohio. At last the putter was swung, and with a cheer the young man watched his ball take off down the hallway.
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Oslo watched as Alex took his shot. Chasing after it happily, barks echoing through the halls. He stopped at the ball, staring at it. The first ball he tried to pick up and return he was scolded so from then on he just put his nose right up to it and whimpered.
Tris laughed. “Yes, and maybe a swanky dog bed. What do you say Oz, you want a royal doggy bed?” He called to the dog who wagged his tail at the use of his name. Taking one of the crackers up he clicked his tongue and the pup scampered over and took the treat happily. “You know there are real golf courses we could go to…”
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A warm laugh fell freely from the young man’s lips as the image of a royal dog bed popped into his head. Oh there was plenty of decent stuff around Buckingham Palace to be sure; all kinds of swanky and luxurious items that could spruce up even the worst of dumps. Most of it had been overlooked and ignored; since the surviving people tended to loot goods that’d help em survive...and goose down pillows, gold laced curtains, and the like just weren’t high up on the list of things to get. Well not for most people at least, but Alex and Tris were far from normal. Where Tris tended to collect old world treasures to keep and preserve them, Ghost favored items of comfort. Survival wasn’t really as hard when a man could go anywhere in the world on a whim, and being generally unseen had its uses as well.
When the pup didn’t touch his ball this time that grin of Alex’s was seen once more. Oh he didn’t mind a bit of audience participation, though the young scavenger had remarked about Tris training the dog to help him cheat. “I’m not sure about royal dog beds, though honestly just looking around this place...I wouldn’t doubt we’d probably find one. Still if we don’t we could always hit up that Tower place and grab some shiny baubles. Maybe a king’s crown for the pup to wear at the next group dinner.” The mention of real golf courses was met with a shrug of his shoulders and, as he strolled down the hallway to putt in the ball that had gotten so close to the hole, Ghost spoke up once more. “Yeah there are plenty of places to play, but I figured you’d want to check this place out. So the whole ‘two birds, one stone’ bit seemed like a good idea.”
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Tris chuckled. “It’s a nice place to be sure. And no… the royal jewels are not a dog toy.” He rolled his eyes. Not a lot of people understood Tristan’s desire to preserve the culture of the old world. Honestly, he didn’t either, it was just a drive he had. Maybe something connected to who he was before the end? Who knew.
After munching his treat in one bite, Oslo bounded over to Alex. Once the ball was in the ‘hole’ he fetched it out and trotted it over to the boy. He’d not quite gotten used to the boys disappearing act however, growling a moment whenever he blinked out.
Getting up from his seat, Tris golf clapped the boys putt. He picked up his camera and lined up a shot of Alex and Oslo, the dogs tail wagging. The shutter snapped a few times and he let the device hang from his neck.
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There weren’t a lot of folks that Baker could truly relate to; granted walking the world like a ghost most of the time certainly did put a bit of a dent on his social life. However beyond that even, well the majority of people left in the world were relatively stuck. Oh folks could travel a bit, braving the bad weather and other dangers, yet more oft than not people just typically stayed in one place...clinging to some semblance of normalcy. Alex though wasn’t like them. He went where he pleased, travelled the world with ease as well. Trying to explain to others that, even in the midst of the world going to hell, there were still splendors and beautiful places waiting beyond the horizon...well he may as well have been speaking gibberish. Tris knew it though; had walked some of the same roads, and taken in the sights too. Of course the older man’s affinity for preserving a world that none truly remembered didn’t make much sense to Alex either. Still if his friend wanted to collect dusty old junk then Ghost would always lend a hand.
“See ya say that now, but you’re not picturing Olso rocking a tiny purple cloak to go with the crown. It’s all about accessories, bud!” With a grin his focus shifted back to the pup who brought him his ball, and as the young man pet the dog he turned his gaze back to Tris while the man took a picture. “Think that last hole puts me ahead by 8 if i’m not mistaken. Still we’ve got a few holes left to play, and with a bit of luck...of a non cheating dog variety, you may be able to catch up.” Honestly Alex had no clue why he loved golf so much; yet in his spare time the courier would head up to all sorts of tall places to whack a few golf balls, or crash on of a hundred mini golf courses he had mapped out and been to over the last few years. Some folks had a talent for building, or growing things. Yet Ghost was at the top of his game when it came to putting and playing a few holes.
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Tris was not very good at golf, then again he didn’t have the same desire to be. He waited for Alex to clear out before taking a shot. “I’m under no delusion that I’m going to win.” He said, making the hole in three. “But it’s not about that.” Tris ruffled Oslo’s head as he retrieved his ball. “Good boy Oz.” As they made their way to the next hole Tristan regarded Alex. “So, I couldn’t help but notice the other week you and JJ left dinner together.” Tris had always been observant. When you jumped into unexpected situations you sort of had to be. “Seemed you were blinking out a lot that night too.”
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Winning really didn’t matter to Ghost in the least; oh the young man enjoyed a bit of competition, but honestly he far more enjoyed the company then anything else. That drive to play though, well that wasn’t new. Even back in Vegas he used to scare the hell outta people by launching golf balls off the top of the casino’s. Still aside from an ethereal flicker of memory; about playing putt putt as a kid with his folks, there was no real rhyme or reason to why Baker liked the game so much. “Pretty sure you’ve never even gotten close to beating me before, but for what it’s worth T, you’ve gotten a lot better over the last few years.”
As he stepped aside to make way for Tris the young man vanished again, this time losing focus for a moment as he picked a snack to munch on while they drove over to the next hole….in a golf cart that Alex had found on the grounds. The mention of JJ though brought Baker’s attention back to the moment, and with a loud laugh he reappeared once again. “Yeah I took her out for snow cones after dinner, then ended up taking her to that private island I told ya about. Should’ve seen how excited the baby sea turtles were to have some company again.”
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Tris smirked. “Sounds like quite a date.” He teased, leaning back in the cart as Alex drove, Olso on his lap, tongue hanging out happily. “I’m sure you were excited for the company too.” Tristan liked the younger man, he was kind and they did have a similar skewed perspective on the world thanks to their teleportation. And socializing with him on these trips were better than hanging out in the saloon hitting on the owner. “I doubt I’m getting better, maybe you’re just making the holes easier.”
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The word ‘date’ had Baker vanishing once more; oh the cart continued on just fine, yet for a moment it seemed to simply be steering itself. In truth Alex wasn’t sure what to make of that evening with JJ. Oh it had been a blast, and he got to check out a new place too...but it was also his first real kiss, at least the first one he could remember, and that was kinda big. At last though, after drawing himself free from his own thoughts, Ghost refocused on being seen again before speaking up at last. “Not sure if it counted as a date or anything. I mean, it was cool...and I kinda had my first for real kiss, so that was awesome. Still I’m totally out of my depths here.” He had no experience with dating at all, especially since it was a pain to just be noticed on a normal day. Thankfully before he could get wrapped up in his thoughts again Tris mention the holes getting easier. “Oh dude! You haven’t seen the 18th hole yet...it’s literally a par 6, running the length of four different rooms, and ends on the Queen of England’s bed.”
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The comment at the par six had the older man narrowing his eyes at the boy. “I hate you.” He said, not actually meaning it. Shaking his head with a small smile he nudged the kid. “So… did you kiss her or did she kiss you? How was it for your first? Slip any tongue?” He asked, yea he was teasing the younger man a little, but only because he cared. “And you know the only way to learn is to practice. Just like with golf. I mean it’s got the same goal after all…”
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That tell tale smirk quickly flashed across Alex’s face, and with a wink he brought the cart to a stop when they reached the entrance of another magnificently decorated room. The vaulted ceilings, the ornate furniture, all of it seemed like something out of an old fairy tale story...with the exception of the flag and Garfield mug for a hole setup on the far side of the room behind a large oak desk. “Hey think of the bragging rights though! Do real well on that last round and you can go bragging that ya scored a hole in one in the Queen’s bed.” The question of the kiss had him blushing for a second, and as he hopped off the cart and grabbed his putter Baker just shook his head.
“Wasn’t like that...she kissed me, but it was on the cheek. So not like a for real serious kiss or anything. Still it’s the first for me, so I count it as being cool.” That laughter of his rang out again at Tris’ remark and with another shake of his head Ghost chimed in again. “God I hope not...I mean ya know the goal of the game is to score at little as possible right?”
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“I mean make it in the hole.” Tris rolled his eyes with a laugh. Oslo hopped off the cart and started to chase a bird that had gotten loose in the place. He wasn’t too worried about the pup running off so long as he could be heard. They’d gone on many adventures together the animal was pretty well trained for having no official training. “So… back to the kiss. She kissed you on the cheek- not really a kiss. I mean mothers, aunts, they kiss you on the cheek. The french, they all kiss cheeks.” He mused, not wanting to discourage the kid, but encourage the pursuit of more. To find someone to connect with was amazing, even if for a night. More than sex, in the end it almost seemed like most people shared that desire to be touched, loved… even if fleeting it reminded them they were alive. He believed everyone deserved to feel that. “So… is there a second date on the books?”
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“Oh right. Well I guess that’s not a bad goal to have...though I’d totally believe you seriously thought golf was about scoring the most, given your scores whenever we play.” With a wicked grin Alex set his yellow ball down on the carpet, pausing to eye his shot and vanishing once again as he focused on the task at hand. After swinging the putter, and letting the ball fly across the room towards its target, Baker re-appeared and was blushing anew. “Yup just a cheek kiss, so it totally could mean nothing at all. It was nice though so it’s a fond memory. Not sure I’d even call it a first date or anything. I mean we take folks out across the globe all the time, and I’ve kinda hung out with JJ before...granted she tends to forget i’m there every now and then, but that happens with everyone.”
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Tris threw a cracker at Alex, which Oslo happily ate off the ground. “JJ’s sweet. Helped me get a dark room set up too.” And thankfully he’d found some places that still had supplies to develop that a lot of people weren’t finding useful for other things. “You vanish, she talks to inanimate objects… everyone has their quirks.” He said with a wave of his hand. “And you make play taxi ‘all the time’, I only do it when the price is right.” Tris was a bit more picky about being a taxi. Probably because he could. The market was limited and there were places that Tris could go that Alex couldn’t because there was no picture. So long as Tris had the longitude and latitude…. Though not as many people had those. Still, he could afford to ‘charge’ a lot.
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Playing ‘taxi’ for folks didn’t really bother the young man in the least. After all not many people really sought him out to begin with; so with the exception of a few scavengers, JJ, and delivering packages/messages to other small settlements from time to time...well it wasn’t like it was much of a chore. “I thought of charging like you do, but really what’s the point? I mean, it’s not like it’s hard ‘finding’ stuff that I need. So bartering services for stuff just never mattered much to me.” Oh the courier gig was something he had no problem accepting payment for, but really a package for a can of food was a fair price for folks who either wanted to get in touch with someone else, or for dropping things off when it’d save others a hell of a lot of travel time. The quirks thing though did sink in; since the young man’s particular quirk was a bit more than just vanishing. In this hellish world people had all kinds of nightmares; raiders, violence, starving...but Ghost’s nightmare was always the same. Him waking up in a world to find that he was truly all alone. That fear was rooted deeply, having spent months being unable to get anyone to see or hear him at all back when he first woke up in Vegas when all the troubles started.
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“I look for things you can’t normally get in bartering… and logically unless people start farming and stuff, all the crap we barter for will soon be used up. No one is making batteries anymore or canning food.” Tris said with a shrug. “And it’s not like there’s any government or anything to organize that stuff, we’re all too spread out and cut off from one another.” Yea, he sometimes had a very pessimistic view of the world. Probably something to do with wandering around large areas devoid of people. There were entire islands in Greece that once held decent populations, completely vacant. “At least Carter is semi-organized… or at least people wanna help each other.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask. “Such is the world we now live.” He toasted slightly before taking a pull.
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For a moment Ghost reached out and rested a hand on Tris’ shoulder before going still as he considered what his friend had said. The physical connection ensured that the young man wouldn’t vanish even as he grew lost in his own thoughts, but more than that it was Baker’s way of offering some semblance of comfort. After considering the situation though Alex just smiled softly once more, even chuckling to himself as he shrugged his shoulders. “Potatoes, man. For the batteries. I mean, I wouldn’t go getting all gloom and doom just yet. JJ has already worked some wonders with the solar panels we’ve been finding and bringing back to town. Plus if ya really need batteries or canned stuff, well can’t you make batteries from potatoes or something?” Things beyond Carter were pretty bad; oh there were places untouched and seemingly frozen in time, just like the palace. But most settlements weren’t doing so well, at least not as well as the town. “Figure we’ve got the little cactus whisperer pickling all kinds of treats for us. JJ building god knows what and keeping the lights on. The scavengers are crushing it when it comes to finding goodies...and with two cool guys like us around, well things will turn out just fine.”
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“At least we’ll live for another day.” Tris said, offering Alex a drink before moving to take his shot. “And the friends we make along the way… or some shit.” His shot went wide, bouncing off the wall. “And seriously, find a girl… or guy if that’s more your thing… have some fun. For all we can remember we woke up revirginized. And all social rules no longer exist.” Oslo came trotting back, looking proud, dead bird in his mouth. “Hey, there’s my little hunter.” He laughed as the mutt put the bird down in front of the golf cart and wagged his tail happily. Tristan finished up the hole two more strokes down and picked up the bird on his way back to the cart, setting it in the back.
-- The thought had crossed the young man’s mind countless times before. That desire and longing to be around others; to have some fun, as his friend put it. However in the end the same fear and concern always managed to creep it’s way back into his head. The worry that no one would really want to be with a guy who disappeared the first second his mind started to wander. “...like being haunted.” With a sigh Baker finally nodded his head to himself before speaking up once again. “Fun is fun. Heck I love fun, and there’s always plenty to be had. But being with people’s not really easy. I mean, I dig being around em...especially JJ, but the first moment I lose focus and poof. They think I bailed on em. Even if I’m just sleeping right beside em in bed.”
He waited until Tris finished his round before heading over to take his shot. With a single soft swing the ball found it’s target, and after mentally ticking off his own personal score Ghost strolled back to the cart at last. “Anywho...oh! Totally forgot to tell ya. I’ve found like six new places that you’d probably want to check out. Switzerland is awesome, and this little town up in the snow covered mountains is like a freaking museum. Completely intact, and untouched by others.”
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Tris slipped an arm around Alex’s shoulder. “You never know if you don’t try. Beside’s you’ve blinked out on me like a hundred times today, I’m not thinkin you bailed. Granted I am kinda thinking you’re cheating as I don’t notice your ball land until you come back… for all I know you could be just moving it.” He smirked.
“Haven’t been to Switzerland yet… Amsterdam is cool, quite a number of people still there… or flocked to there. Not as home-y as Carter but it’s not that dangerous either. The girls say they found some artifacts in Primm actually Bonnie and Clyde’s car and other pieces. I’m thinking I’ll have to go check it out soon. Man, you have no idea how much I wish I could teleport something that big.” He laughed. “I’d have marble statues if I could.”
-- Tris’ remark about him cheating actually drew a chuckle from Baker, and with a shrug the young man just grinned. Cheating hadn’t ever really entered his mind, especially not when it came to golf and putt putt. Cards, maybe, but not golf. “There’s a reason we don’t ever bet on the outcome of our matches, bud. Mostly cause you’d lose every time, but also because I don’t play to beat you...just playing to top my own personal best scores.” Oh it’d be so easy to cheat for sure, but doing that would be so very boring too. After all what’d be the point in playing if he didn’t actually play for the fun of it.
“I’ve got the postcard on the wall, and took a few pics for ya too so you can find your way there. Give it a few months and it’d be a prime spot to go skiing for sure.” Ghost hadn’t been to Amsterdam yet, but it was on his ever growing list of places to see. Of course he had a few hundred other places he wanted to check out first, but sooner or later the young man would get around to it. “If you wanted marble statues you should just look into paying someone to grab em from the casinos and ritzy houses in Las Vegas. Doubt anyone would care or miss em.”
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“Those are copies though… I’m talking the real ones in the British museum.” Stolen from Greece. “Or the ones still around the greek isles. Like the statue of David by Michelangelo.” He actually had the one by Donatello in his shack as it was smaller. “So, I’m thinking of opening the library in Carter… like legit cleaning it up and letting people check out books. Like to check out book one it’s a small payment but if you bring a book in you can leave with one. Help people kill time and keep people reading.” Hell, he knew some people would probably come and take books just to burn, so of course his special collection wouldn’t be donated to the cause. But if that was someone’s intent they could give him a can of food or something. “You think it’s stupid?”
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“Oh.” Alex’s knowledge of art and sculptures was...rusty at best. For the most part he stuck with bringing back things that caught his eye; knick knacks, postcards, pictures, and other oddities that most people would’ve considered to be junk. The appeal of old world finery was somewhat lost on the young man. Heck even here in the Royal Palace Ghost had only really eyed a few comfortable cushions, a new set of silk sheets, and a really sweet looking spice rack that turned on a wheel. “Well I guess it’s cool that you can go see em whenever you want at least. If you really wanted to do like a culture tour I’m sure you’d be able to take folks to all the cool artsy spots too.”
Books were cool. Though Baker preferred the comic variety. Still at the mention of a real library the young courier nodded his head again. “I think it’d be a cool idea. Pretty sure some of the books were already snagged though. JJ’s probably got a stack of the engineering ones, Lily took the cook books and ones about gardening….and I think Bear was using some for that bonfire of his at night. Still if ya want to restock we can hit up the big libraries in New York and here. Shouldn’t be hard to load up a sweet collection of literature and stuff.”
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“Yea, I know… books tend to be kindling nowadays, but I have to think there are some people who actually want to read. To go to a different place for a while. And learn too. Like the books already pilfered. I think that’s great… it’s nice to know they’re being put to good use.” Tris smiled. “Oh, the New York Public Library… it’s beautiful there… and last I saw it on fire.” He sighed, so much culture lost. Probably why he worked so hard to preserve it now. He’d managed to go into the vault and salvage some older books, but so much was lost. “Fucking gangs… burn, kill, fuck all they do.” All that was beautiful about New York felt tainted. He knew he’d lived there and so many feelings of wonder and pride were wrapped up in the city, but seeing what it turned into… he was ashamed. “New York is a horrible place now. Avoid it whenever you can. Now, DC we might get in luck… if the congressional library hasn’t been wrecked.” Maybe find the constituion or other important things.
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Alex had a few books laying around his home, those and stacks upon stacks of magazines. Mostly travel guides, and things with pictures, but still he knew the value in having them around. For the courier they really were the key to travelling to new places since the images contained within offered a connection point that he could slip to through shadows and darkness. “Never been to New York before, but that sucks bout it being all shitty now.” Oh the warning offered was noted, yet Ghost wasn’t really afraid of going anywhere. Mostly since he walked the world unseen. When Tris brought up DC though, and the the congressional library, a spark of amusement suddenly sparked in Baker’s eyes. For a moment he vanished all over again, this time actually disappearing for nearly a full minute before he stepped out of the shadow of a curtain...with a rolled up circular rug...with what looked like an eagle on it...tucked beneath his arm. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
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Tris just shook his head. “You’re an idiot… and it’s your go.” He laughed. “At least it’s nice to know the White House is still standing though… Probably looted all to hell though.” He wasn’t sure how he knew where the rug was from, but something pulled at him and he just did. “Thank Of course, it would be nice if we knew if the power was out in the missle silos… ever worry about that? That some jackass is gonna break into some military place and just launch all the warheads?” He wouldn’t put it past some people he’d met.
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“And you’re just jealous that ya didn’t think to snatch the presidential rug right out of the Oval Office.” The smile of his just grew as Alex set the rug down into that back of the cart, and grabbed his golf club. The question of warheads was met with a slight shrug; mostly since the thought hadn’t really come about till now. However even as he lined up his next shot, and considered the idea, Ghost spoke up again. “Can’t say I’m really worried bout it. I mean, it would suck, but unless Carter got hit right away...well it’s not like we couldn’t just pop away to a safe spot in the blink of an eye. Heck I got a few places already set up to crash at right now.” Sure having nukes go off would really suck, but they wouldn’t really affect the whole world. The larger countries would be hit, and fallout would be shitty, but when you could literally take a step and end up anywhere else in the world...well there wasn’t a lot of things that concerned you.
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“I suppose.” He took another drink from his flask before replacing it in his vest. “I’ve got a few places around too. Nice when you can seal off the door and just jump in… helps keep the place secure. Got this nice loft in Paris, overlooks Notre Dame.” He sighed. “Been to Hawaii yet?” He asked, snapping some photos of Oslo being Oslo. “Like one big beach commune. Surfing, farming, like real chill. Almost settled there instead of Carter.” He admitted. “Just something kept pulling me back to the little desert town. Fuck if I know what.” The people maybe? The lack of people? The bar owner was fun to flirt with- with his brood and all. But he could find that anywhere, but still felt like he needed to be there.
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“Secure and safe never really meant much to me...I mean, I lived among the raiders and bandits for a few years. Ate their food, hung out right there on their couch, and none of em ever knew I was around. Still it is cool being able to pop around on a whim.” The question of Hawaii was met with nod, and after taking his turn the young man stepped to the side before speaking up again. “I’ve been there, and it’s pretty cool. Still think I prefer Bora Bora when it comes to the beaches though. Nothing but peace and quiet, and endless clear blue waters there with the white sandy beaches.” Settling down hadn’t ever been something Alex thought he’d do. Even when he was camping out in Vegas the young man travelled daily all over the globe. Still Carter was about as close to home as he’d ever known, and Ghost knew exactly what Tris meant. “Yeah the folks are pretty awesome in town. Not the most talkative bunch by any means, but still they’re pretty awesome all the same.”
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“Well not all of them at least. Get JJ going or Lily or hell even Morticia and they’ll talk your ear of… on the right topic of course.” JJ more than the others it seemed. She sometimes seemed like a non-stop ball of energy. Tristan really questioned if she even slept sometimes… had a theory at one point that she was actually a machine like the ones she worked on, an android or something. While his theory had yet to be disproven, he didn’t really believe it… but it was a fun idea to mess with. “And you with the raiders was because of your others gift… some of us don’t have that sort of thing. I jump into a raider encampment people tend to know.” His displacement wave could be loud if he jumped to the wrong spot and sent objects flying. Or the one and only time he’d used it offensively to save Oslo.
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Oh he knew it. Knew just how talkative they could really be; when the woman were chatting up their machines, plants, and corpses too. Being unseen was a curse, but it came with some amusing moments as well. More than a few times the others had forgotten he was still there, and when they got back to working on their projects all of em seemed to enjoy holding full conversations with the things they worked on. “Yeah, they started calling me Ghost back then; when things would disappear or be moved about. The name seemed fitting so I kept it ever since.” Alex moved through the world like a shadow, silent and going unnoticed. It made scavenging and even just exploring so much easier at times...but he honestly wondered what would happen if he ever got hurt...if he ever needed help, and no one could hear his pleas for it.
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“Well, they were pretty unimaginative Lex, could have chosen something cooler like spectre.” He never called the kid Ghost, choosing to use his name instead. Sort of a way to prove that he really did see him- even if he had a habit of blinking out like a bad light bulb. Oslo barked at the boy and wagged his tail. “See Ozzy agrees with me.”
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“Spectre eh? Dang that is cooler...still too late now.” With a laugh the young man just shook his head, before gesturing towards the flag down the hallway. “Just a few more holes to go and the game will be done. With a bit of luck you could even turn things around, and salvage your total score.” Getting to really talk with his friends was quite the highlight for Baker. Oh it was still strange at times for him, and them as well most likely, since Ghost had grown used to not really talking at all with others. Yet instead of worrying about being awkward the courier decided to focus instead on the game at hand; well that and planning out just how many pillows he’d want to take back with him.