Gavin Worthington (_affirmation) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-05-09 17:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-07, brodie, gavin |
Locked doors aren't that hard to bust through
Who: Gavin, Brodie, and some NPC demons
Where: The bridge site
When: Afternoon
Out, Gavin had to get out. If he spent another second pacing in the apartment, he was going to lose his mind. Yes, everything had been put back to rights since the night of the full moon, and he knew Langston worried about him. He also knew how guilty Langston was about what had happened, that now Gavin was in the same position Lang had been a month ago. Bitten, no idea what he'd turn into, only knowing that his life wasn't going to be the same from here on out. Gavin was trying not to think so much about it, but of course, in avoiding a subject, that only meant it came back that much stronger for him. Being able to sense everything around him didn't help much, either.
At this rate, he'd rather think about Anthony, but that would only make him more depressed. He was screwed no matter what he did.
Eventually he'd have to talk to his friends, be sure they all knew he was all right, and that he really didn't want to talk about the new set of scars he had. Maybe one of them would know how to fix them, but at this rate, he was healing and healing fast. Already his arm, where Langston had torn into him as a hybrid, looked miles better. How in the hell Gavin had managed to survive the night, he didn't know, but he supposed he'd survived worse. The accident, the shit with his parents, all of that. He always found a way to make it to the next day and this was no exception.
He didn't quite know why he'd gone to Ann Arbor and to the bridge site. He knew about the bombing, of course, who didn't, and something about demons in the last few days, but he'd been so out of it he hadn't paid much attention. Gavin had his reasons, and he thought them good ones, so he could be forgiven for that. Paying the cab driver, Gavin figured that he'd grab a coffee or something and go for a walk, thinking it might clear his head. His camera sat ready in his bag, in case he saw anything that looked particularly intriguing, but really, it was the distraction he needed the most. He was almost to the riverbank when he saw a familiar face approaching - Brodie, the Aussie from Ozzy's the other night. In spite of himself and how he felt, he found himself giving the other guy a smile. He could say hello to a cute guy without making an ass out of himself... mostly. Hey, he'd traded numbers with Brodie, that meant something to most people, didn't it? So, Gavin waved, and adjusted his bag on his shoulder. "Hey, what's up?"
Even his opening lines were lame. Gavin was either out of practice or just plain failed at this. Probably both.