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this is my version of paradise.

Peter wandered into the arcade, briefly wondering if this is what little kids in candy stores felt like. He wasn't sure how long he was staring at all the forms of entertainment, but he made sure to stop for a a moment and turn around to face Stebbins, who was still standing at the door.

"Thanks," Peter said, motioning to the lock. "I probably would've been there for a couple hours pushing that paper clip around if you hadn't showed up."

Wait, Stebbins was his hero at this moment in time. How was that even possible? He slayed the door-beast that stood between him and the arcade. That was when McVries pictured himself in a poofy pink dress, trapped in a tower screaming HELP HELP HELP like some bitch damsel who still wouldn't let you in her pants once you saved her. With a short, absent chuckle at the thought, he moved further into building, gaze shifting all over.

Why were the games on, but not the lights around and above them?


Nov. 13th, 2009 01:41 am (UTC)

Peter knew it was a lie. It all sounded sour when he said it. A girl. Thankful to be alive. Peter had wanted to die. He would admit though that being here was fairly nice. It still seemed like sort of a dream though. Quaint little town. Quiet. Small. Maybe this was the afterlife.

His train of thought was cut off when Stebbins mentioned the whole Dad thing. "The Major was your dad?" For a second Peter wanted to giggle, some little part of him thought that was the funniest thing he ever heard. But the rest of him kicked that part in the ass and Peter could only whisper, "I'm sorry."

His mind didn't really warn him that it was gonna push those words out of his mouth, but it did. And McVries himself was a little shocked that he had said it. Once he thought about it though, he realized it was genuine. Having that bitch for a father and him pretending you didn't exist? That was an asshole move.

"Tch. I wanted to kick it down." He was actually a little depressed that the door was unlocked.
Nov. 13th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)

Stebbins immediately thought it was a mistake of epic proportions telling Pete something that personal - and no matter how much he tried to play it off as just a simple little fact, it hit him deep, The Major, acknowledging his kid only to push everyone farther and yet never saying a word of it anywhere public.

He wanted to punch Pete in that scarred face of his at the utterance of I'm sorry. But he could hear the genuine tone of the words and remembered that he was trying to play nice in this strange little Afterlife, even if it was against his better judgement to do so. Not to mention that taking a swing at another guy simply was not his style; better to be a mental terrorist than a physical bully. There was nothing more satisfying than turning a man's mind on himself.

"I can close it and let you kick it down if you'd like," Stebbins said as if talking to a child. He gave McVries a sardonic look before uttering a demented little chuckle, putting the whole Major conversation behind them, and walking into the room which happened to be pitch black.

He wouldn't lie to himself though; he was somewhat curious for the specific reason Pete joined the Walk himself. All in good time, if ever, Stebbins mused.