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Jan. 22nd, 2010

Going on an adventure with McVries was a strange thing. What was even stranger: it felt the two of them had been in this electrical room together for weeks although it was probably only minutes, but that was this strange Afterlife for ya. A second is a month, a year a minute, and who knew what the Hell else could happen?

"Hey, Pete," he mused, halting a moment, "where did Olson, Baker, and Garraty go? Hell, where'd anyone go?" He paused. "Feels like we're the only two here, doesn't it? Does that thought tickle your fancy? You and me, the last two men on an Earth made of Afterlife?"

Stebbins reached out and touched the wall. It was dusty, cobwebby. Nonetheless he trailed his slim fingers across it until he reached the electrical box.


Jan. 27th, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)
"I don't know." Peter had wondered about that himself a good number of times. It had been so nice to be reunited with them one by one and then all the sudden they had vanished just as soon as they had shown up.

Pete had almost thought that he had possibly imagined them all and made them all up, but since Stebbins mentioned them too... that almost made it even worse. Because that way he knew they had been there and now knew that they were gone.

"It does and I don't like it. No offense." Not really. Maybe a tiny bit. "If I had to be stuck with one person for an afterlife I was hoping it'd be some babe." McVries shrugged and looked at the electrical box, trying to get his mind off of the fact that the two of them might be the only ones left.

"Should we try it? I want to play some damn arcade games."
Jan. 27th, 2010 07:50 am (UTC)
"I suppose you wouldn't enjoy spending eternity with me," Stebbins commented casually, prying open the metal covering. "I'm really no Garraty, am I?" Stebbins flicked the switches and the lights flickered on. He looked back over his shoulder, grinning at Pete. There had been a an unmistakable tone of suggestion in his voice. Stebbins was resorting to what he knew best: mind games. And with those boys from the Walk, Stebbins just found it too easy.
Feb. 9th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
The mention of Garraty made an image flash in Peter's mind. It was just a quick flash of a few seconds -- Peter unlocking an old, rundown apartment and entering, shooting a smile to his roommate who was on the couch reading a tattered paperback and wearing a pair of jeans and a thin shirt smattered with holes.


He shook his head quickly and pasted a smirk on his face. "What's the obsession with me and Ray?"

As the lights came on, McVries turned to peer back into the main room of the arcade, where all the games had slowly wound to life, lighting his face in a rainbow of colors.

It was a pleasant distraction, but Peter was still thinking about Ray. He was also trying to push the thoughts out of there, figuring Stebbins was somehow in his brain and seeing all of his thoughts.
Feb. 9th, 2010 08:14 am (UTC)
"Isn't it obvious?" Stebbins drawled, bored; these were, after all, "facts" he already knew and had known of for quite some time. "Ray had a little man crush on you, Pete, ol' buddy. I'd say you reciprocated; I mean, how close can two boys get in four days really."

He passed 61 and walked over to the air hockey table. Looking at Pete, nonchalant and innocent, and said, "Fancy a game?"
Feb. 10th, 2010 08:27 pm (UTC)
Peter thinned his lips. Stebbins was just messing with his head. That's all he was doing. Of course, what Peter didn't really want to admit was that Stebbins' words were making him think. Think back to the Walk, think back to Garraty and what transpired between them in the few days during the Walk...

When Stebbins approached the air hockey table and inquired about a game, Peter was a little surprised to find himself storming over to the table with no thought and placing his hands on the empty side of it. "Why not? That's what we came in here for, right?"

His words had come out much sharper than he intended.
Feb. 11th, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
Stebbins had to use all of his might to not grin from ear to ear at Pete's splendid reaction. He smirked, pulling the little disk from its hole; when the puck had gotten there Stebbins hadn't a clue. But that most certainly was this place, wasn't it?

"Let's make things more interesting. . . If I win, you tell me why you truly joined the Walk. If you win, well, what would you like to know, Pete?"
Feb. 26th, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)
"I want to know why we're here. You already spilled your guts to me. And I have nothing to spill. Maybe I just joined cause I was ready to die. I had nothing left. I still don't."

Peter slammed his paddle down on the hard surface and swallowed a mouthful of dry air. "I was kinda pissed when I woke up here, actually. I thought it was finally over."

He had a scowl on his lips that looked like it was a permanent addition. It was etched across his face under a set of narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow. Peter was leaning over the table now, back bent and arms stiff.
Feb. 27th, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
"For all I do know, the reason we're here is something I don't," Stebbins sighed ruefully. "Here, none of us has anything to live for. . . Well, most of us." He gave a crooked smile, just this side of wicked. Alive or not, Stebbins did live for getting under the skin of others. He could admit that he was a parasite.

"So, Pete, was so God awful you wanted to check out early? Why so glum over there?"