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entranceway2017-12-10 12:45 pm
charlastan) wrote in entranceway2017-12-10 12:45 pm
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[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]
Shh, don't make this harder!
[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]
So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?
[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]
...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.
[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.
He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.]
They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
Shh, don't make this harder!
[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]
So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?
[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]
...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.
[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.
He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.]
They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
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Tough call. Maybe a couple years? He ain't a puppy, but he's not gonna get any older than this with all of Wonderland's time shenanigans either.
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If Newt's still lookin' for a home, I got room for him.
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[But that just makes it worse, to lose someone and have them back briefly only to lose them again. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't see Ford for another fifty years now and he'll probably come back swinging for his face or something.]
Alright, sold. You seem alright, and you're first to turn up. Plus, he'll do good with that, I think. He's a good boy.
[Dog's got a big heart and is always ready to help - even when he can't help, 'cause he's a dog.]
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[Daryl's been through plenty but he's only been stuck here a couple of months. Enough to hear a lot of shit, but not see enough to clear it all.]
Seems good enough. When can I come get him? Lot of animals do a lot better when they have something to do. He won't be wanting for that.
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[Gideon. Ugh.]
Eh, tomorrow. Let him settle for a night before he goes somewhere new.
[Because he's not at all projecting the suddenness of all this on a dog and deciding that the dog needs more time to process everything. Nope.]
Thanks though - I owe ya one. Four animals long term was gonna be way too much.
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[Something tells him he should say more than "sux" to this guy, but at the same time he knows it ain't gonna make a damn difference for him long term.]
If you get tired of all the offers for drinks and company, you can look me up for anger management the old fashion way.
[I.E. shooting at bottles, trees, and lesser animals - if it comes to it.]
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Yeah, I think if I get another offer my liver might actually give out. But sure! Violence is always a good way to deal with things.
[No sarcasm in there at all - not from the man who usually has a bat within arms reach and reportedly keeps ten guns in his house.]
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[Which frankly, with his cataracts, is probably a good thing.]
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In a place like this, everybody should be well educated.
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[He's always been shit at those pre-event riddles.]
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[Daryl isn't exactly up for the cryptic bullshit either. Not enough bait in the world to get him to play into one of the mind-games.
So far when he's seen network feeds from them, he focuses on making sure his shit is sorted when it all goes down instead of coming up with any kind of response.]
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[He's long since stopped trying to count on any of their messages -even that last one from Alice that wound up being true still felt like a trick because no one was expecting them to be. Plus, he's always been shit at riddles. He always left that stuff to Ford and he's not going to just suddenly get good at it now that Ford's gone.]
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