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broughtwhiskey) wrote2015-04-23 11:20 pm
broughtwhiskey) wrote2015-04-23 11:20 pm
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spam - slightly backdated to earlier in the week.
[For the first time since Philip arrived on the Barge, it's felt like home. Not in the sense that's he had some sort of sudden attachment to the place, of course, but all of this feels more normal to him than anything.]
[He had been one of the ones left on the Barge and he had immediately hunkered down on his own. As far as he was concerned, it was everyone for themselves once the unnatural things began appearing on-board. Despite the lack of weaponry--something he still resents--he managed just fine without anyone else to look after. Not that there's really anyone here that he feels he might go out of his way to help. But live or die, he thrived while the Barge was falling apart. He felt...alive.]
[And now he busies himself with the clean-up. It's not that he particularly cares one way or another about the status of the Barge, but with the electricity acting the way it is, clear paths in the hallway would be nice. He does this by himself, leaving some of the heavier lifting for those that can manage it by themselves or in teams. But anyone observing him will likely notice the practiced ease with which he drags along the now truly deceased undead before hefting them overboard off the deck.]
[For the first time since Philip arrived on the Barge, it's felt like home. Not in the sense that's he had some sort of sudden attachment to the place, of course, but all of this feels more normal to him than anything.]
[He had been one of the ones left on the Barge and he had immediately hunkered down on his own. As far as he was concerned, it was everyone for themselves once the unnatural things began appearing on-board. Despite the lack of weaponry--something he still resents--he managed just fine without anyone else to look after. Not that there's really anyone here that he feels he might go out of his way to help. But live or die, he thrived while the Barge was falling apart. He felt...alive.]
[And now he busies himself with the clean-up. It's not that he particularly cares one way or another about the status of the Barge, but with the electricity acting the way it is, clear paths in the hallway would be nice. He does this by himself, leaving some of the heavier lifting for those that can manage it by themselves or in teams. But anyone observing him will likely notice the practiced ease with which he drags along the now truly deceased undead before hefting them overboard off the deck.]
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[Talking to people is how you get to know them and once you get to know them, you get attached. There's no getting attached to anything anymore. Not in his world, not for him.]
It's not necessary. Just noise.
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Of course it's not necessary. We're people. It's what we do. Why be more intelligent than a goddamn ape if you don't talk?
[She knows she's not getting that entirely correct but she doesn't care. He's talking, begrudgingly and not actually giving her much, but talking anyway.]
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[So he simply brushes past her, further down the hall to start making piles.]