Putting a gun against my own head
Friday, 21 February 2014 20:55![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipUgh. How could I sleep so long, but not be rested? I woke up from a nightmare on Turtle's boat - I was pretty surprised, because I didn't remember immediately that I'd slept there. There were voices in the other room that I recognized - the Mage and Turtle. I spent a bit of time trying to clean myself up, and look like I hadn't been living in filth; I don't know how well that worked, but it's always good to clean up once in a while. I'm not a Bone Gnawer, after all.
I came forward in time to hear some questions about Fire-Dancer. I didn't quite understand everything that was said, because there was still moss growing on my mind, and a pit growing in my stomach. I grabbed food instead while the two talked. The mage said something about needing to go - I'm not sure what - and took off. I don't know if my being there made him uncomfortable. Maybe. He looked better, though. Less of a freak.
I tried to figure out what the Mage was on about after he left, but Turtle made some comments that made it seem like he was playing it close to his chest. Of all the mysteries I'm interested in, why the Mage is interested in Fire-Dancer is not one of them. Eating gave me time to think, though. I'm weary, and I may be making bad decisions. My feelings towards the Rebecca... no, my feelings towards the cannibal are twisted by the concern she showed for me, and the sense she made. I decided the best way to ensure I didn't make a horrible decision is to take it out of my paws right then: I told Turtle that if I did not tell Scar in the reasonable amount of time, he was to say what I found. Done. Now, no matter what, I'm committed to my path.
I think he sensed I had sympathy for her. I may have mentioned how it isn't so odd for wolf to kill ape (Human. Whatever.), and ape to kill wolf, and he seized on that. It's not a topic that I wanted to discuss, really. Even to me, it feels like I'm making excuses for Rebecca (The Cannibal, damnit). Just, the more I think on it, the more I can't bring myself to care that a member of the Omega Tribe is eating whites.
I headed back into the thick of things, intending to tell Scar immediately, but I couldn't bring myself for whatever reason. When I was back on the streets, I realized I was missing some of my warm clothes, left with Turtle. I'll need to get that back. I think I'll pull on what I have done on my parka, and sleep in a box and hope it doesn't rain.
I came forward in time to hear some questions about Fire-Dancer. I didn't quite understand everything that was said, because there was still moss growing on my mind, and a pit growing in my stomach. I grabbed food instead while the two talked. The mage said something about needing to go - I'm not sure what - and took off. I don't know if my being there made him uncomfortable. Maybe. He looked better, though. Less of a freak.
I tried to figure out what the Mage was on about after he left, but Turtle made some comments that made it seem like he was playing it close to his chest. Of all the mysteries I'm interested in, why the Mage is interested in Fire-Dancer is not one of them. Eating gave me time to think, though. I'm weary, and I may be making bad decisions. My feelings towards the Rebecca... no, my feelings towards the cannibal are twisted by the concern she showed for me, and the sense she made. I decided the best way to ensure I didn't make a horrible decision is to take it out of my paws right then: I told Turtle that if I did not tell Scar in the reasonable amount of time, he was to say what I found. Done. Now, no matter what, I'm committed to my path.
I think he sensed I had sympathy for her. I may have mentioned how it isn't so odd for wolf to kill ape (Human. Whatever.), and ape to kill wolf, and he seized on that. It's not a topic that I wanted to discuss, really. Even to me, it feels like I'm making excuses for Rebecca (The Cannibal, damnit). Just, the more I think on it, the more I can't bring myself to care that a member of the Omega Tribe is eating whites.
I headed back into the thick of things, intending to tell Scar immediately, but I couldn't bring myself for whatever reason. When I was back on the streets, I realized I was missing some of my warm clothes, left with Turtle. I'll need to get that back. I think I'll pull on what I have done on my parka, and sleep in a box and hope it doesn't rain.
