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Dan Dreiberg aka Night Owl II ([info]niteowlish) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-16 01:29:00

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Day 26, Mid Afternoon
Who: Dan Dreiberg and Andy Gallagher
What: Trying to be useful
Where: Thrift Shop
When: Day 26, Mid Afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Active

It was a game he'd played ever since he was just a boy. Sometimes if he thought hard enough about something or someone he'd dream about them. He'd laid down on the uncomfortable cement floor of the gas station to settle in for the night, knowing that his back would be killing him when he woke up and that there would be some other strange experiment just waiting around the corner for him and the other people here and he'd closed his eyes and thought of her. It was the same dream he'd had that night that they'd almost made love but hadn't. One moment they were there standing face to face and the next they were skeletons then dust.

He'd woken up an hour before dawn and hadn't been able to get back to sleep. It felt like she was always on his mind in this place. Even more so that he'd gotten to go back and see her when she was young. He'd tried to talk to her, to tell her how he'd felt but the words hadn't come for him. She'd been barely older than just a girl when he'd found himself at the last Watchmen meeting with the Comedian. It hadn't made things any better when he'd gone after Adrian because he wasn't yet the Adrian that would later put everything in motion. They'd all been so young and fresh and hopeful. Even Rorschach hadn't been quite as dark and twisted as he would be a few years later. He could remember being there the first time and how full of himself he'd been. He and Rorschach had been fighting the gangs for almost a year then and making some serious headway. He was living out his fantasy of being the Night Owl. He hadn't known that in a couple of years costumed heroes would be outlawed and he and his partner would go their separate ways. He hadn't realized that Laurie was more than just a pretty face or how dangerous knowledge could be to a man like Adrian. Being there again and not being able to tell anyone about what was to come had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. At least until he'd found himself back in Vas and there'd been no version of Laurie at all.

He'd needed something to keep himself busy and so he'd started taking inventory of the small gas station and once that had been done he'd moved down the road to the thrift shop. A bigger job, definitely, but one that was sure to take up more time and maybe get Laurie off his brain.


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[info]brain_ninja
2009-10-16 09:21 pm UTC (link)
Elliot had decided to go help Lexie with clinic hours and as damn tempting as it had been to follow her and get to spend time with his two favorite girls, he decided to leave it. If Lexie wanted to see him, she'd say so and if Elliot needed him, she knew where to find him. So, instead, he'd decided he'd give it a few hours and then, shower time. It had been a bit.

It occurred to Andy that he hadn't changed his clothes in a while, either, so with that thought in mind, he locked the van behind himself, pocketing the keys, and headed toward the thrift shop. He hadn't been there since... Shit, since maybe the day he and Sam found Light hanging from the clock tower with the picture of Lily pinned to his chest. He couldn't decide whether he should smile at the memory of exchanging Maverick and Goose nicknames with Sam after he'd acquired the aviators...or whether he should feel like an asshole for even considering the memory when the stronger one was dragging that poor guy's body down and burying him at the base of the building. The frown for the latter memory won out, in the end.

It wasn't a terribly long walk, but he had time to consider a lot of things. Like the fact that he'd just realized that, as much as he missed his lost comrades, especially Luna...he had sort of resigned himself to the fact that there was no avoiding it. Eventually, they would all die here. It was just a matter of who died first. Could he in good conscience hope that he died before Elliot and Doc Lex? No, but selfishly, he was.

Letting out a sigh, Andy pushed open the door of the thrift shop and let himself in. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but once they had he noticed a shadow just a little further inside. "Yo," he called out, furrowing his brow. "You," he added. He meant for the person to turn around because, somewhere deep down, even if he wasn't willing to admit it out loud, he was still afraid of the zombies coming back and he couldn't see anything more, really, than the outline of the person given their current positions in the light. "Whatcha lookin' for?" he tried, just so that he didn't sound like a complete tool if it was a real, living person standing there.

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[info]niteowlish
2009-10-18 04:13 pm UTC (link)
Someone had been through with the same idea as Dan before. Maybe not to take inventory, but here and there he could see where things had been grouped together. He wondered where they were now and if they were one of the ones that had disappeared or worse.

He was looking through a box that hadn't been sorted when he heard someone call out. He must have been really focused on the box because he hadn't heard anyone approach. That or he was getting rusty. Dan could almost hear Rorschach telling him it was the latter.

He turned around towards the voice, seeing a man standing there."Nothing in particular," Dan answered, giving him a small smile. "Mostly, I'm just trying to keep myself busy."

He turned his back on the newcomer for a moment, noting a stopping place in his list and then put down his pen and moved towards the man. "I'm Dan. I don't think we've run into one another before."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-10-18 05:28 pm UTC (link)
The fact that the other person not only moved to face the voice addressing him, but that he also replied and sounded not only clear and understandable but also intelligent did wonders for getting Andy to relax. Clearly, not a zombie. That was a big sigh of relief for the younger man. Andy nodded and returned the smile. "I know the feeling," he agreed upon the sentiment of trying to keep one's self busy in this place. It was one thing - probably the only thing - that kept Andy sane sometimes; finding something else to occupy his mind.

It was a little disconcerting that the man turned his back on Andy, but as it was short lived, Andy said nothing about it. "Andy. I don't think so, either," he replied, holding out his hand to the second man to shake. "How long have you been stuck here?" he asked. In the back of his mind he could almost hear Tracy asking whether he'd like a ruler and he made a conscious effort to keep a grimace off his face as he tried to push away the thought.

"So what did you find to keep yourself occupied, man?" he asked, genuinely curious. If there were ways other than getting laid - which, for the time being, Andy wasn't - or getting high, Andy kind of wanted to know what his options were.

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[info]niteowlish
2009-10-20 04:36 am UTC (link)
Dan's smile widened a little as Andy extended his hand. He took it, relieved to find someone who believed in the handshake. He sighed at Andy's question, reaching up to take off his glasses. He looked up at Andy, his astigmatism blurring his features slightly before he pulled out the polishing cloth from his pocket and set to work cleaning his glasses. "Today makes a week," he said slowly, as if he couldn't exactly believe it.

He pushed his glasses back on his face and blinked at Andy. "Inventory," he said, giving a small embarrassed smile. "Detail work, it's sort of a specialty of mine. Plus, I was hoping going through the things we had on hand would inspire some way to escape." He waited for Andy's reaction to that statement, wondering if everyone seemed as weary as the Shannon woman had been.

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