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singillatim2024-09-03 09:50 pm
lightschampion) wrote in singillatim2024-09-03 09:50 pm
[open] same stuff, different hell
Who: Alan Wake & OTA
What: Moving into a cabin, getting some much needed r&r
When: Early September
Where: 24 Basin Overlook, Hot Springs
[A - Moving In]
[By now, Alan had for the most part gone through his initiation of this strange new world he found himself in. So unlike the Dark Place aside from its otherness. ...and aside from some familiar faces (in one case, extremely unwanted). He'd been born and raised in New York City, and while it'd had its fair share of rough winters, it was incomparable to this frozen wasteland. If he'd felt a fish out of water in Bright Falls, he was one on an entirely new planet here. Still, he knew the only thing he could do was press forward and survive. The name of the game for over a decade. Just another setting change, he told himself.
Considering the climate, shelter was on the very top of the list. He'd spent the first night in the Community Hall while he got his bearings, but it wasn't a place he cared to make a permanent residence. Too crowded; he needed his own space. And so he'd set out to find a place to claim as his own.
Which leads him now to an abandoned cabin he'd wandered in down one of Milton's streets. It's a bit of a fixer-upper, but sturdy enough, he decides. Anything is better than outdoors, and hell if he's going to be sleeping in a cave.
The door to the cabin, for now, remains open as he attempts to clean the place up. Bring out broken furniture and try to break them down for firewood with a hatchet he'd found inside. Sweep the dirt and debris out. Try to clean the dirty windows with a wet piece of cloth. It's a bit more physical labor than he's been used to lately, maybe a bit much for one person.
It's not the shittiest place he'd ever lived in, at least, he thinks.]
[B - Hot Springs]
[Alan Wake needed a fucking break from it all.
Between the last thirteen years of never ending loops of death and insanity and the fact that he was now trapped in yet another hellhole, all he wanted was for something to go right. A little comfort. A little treat. God knows he'd kill for a bottle of whiskey or three, but he'd yet to find any.
What he did find, however, was something a little better(?). While scavenging for supplies and trying to get a lay of the land, Alan had stumbled across a cave that seemed a bit different from the others. Instead of ice, there was flowing water. Most importantly, it was warm. Upon following it, the writer eventually found himself outdoors again, but standing before several pools of water with steam rising up from them.
He'd never been to a natural hot spring before, but he knew one when he saw one.
After some thought, he decides he may as well enjoy this stroke of luck, especially while no one's around. He doesn't doubt that others have discovered a place like this by now, a little pocket of luxury in the wasteland. And so he strips off his clothing, setting it aside where it's in no danger of getting wet, and makes his way into one of the pools.
"Fuck," he eloquently states as he lets himself sink up to his chest in the hot waters. Warmth was a rare indulgence, even back in the Dark Place. It's going to be difficult to peel himself out of here, he knows it, but for now he's sure as hell going to enjoy it. Alan rests his head back against a rock at the edge of the pool, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.]
((ooc: If you want to use another format, I'll match it!))
What: Moving into a cabin, getting some much needed r&r
When: Early September
Where: 24 Basin Overlook, Hot Springs
[A - Moving In]
[By now, Alan had for the most part gone through his initiation of this strange new world he found himself in. So unlike the Dark Place aside from its otherness. ...and aside from some familiar faces (in one case, extremely unwanted). He'd been born and raised in New York City, and while it'd had its fair share of rough winters, it was incomparable to this frozen wasteland. If he'd felt a fish out of water in Bright Falls, he was one on an entirely new planet here. Still, he knew the only thing he could do was press forward and survive. The name of the game for over a decade. Just another setting change, he told himself.
Considering the climate, shelter was on the very top of the list. He'd spent the first night in the Community Hall while he got his bearings, but it wasn't a place he cared to make a permanent residence. Too crowded; he needed his own space. And so he'd set out to find a place to claim as his own.
Which leads him now to an abandoned cabin he'd wandered in down one of Milton's streets. It's a bit of a fixer-upper, but sturdy enough, he decides. Anything is better than outdoors, and hell if he's going to be sleeping in a cave.
The door to the cabin, for now, remains open as he attempts to clean the place up. Bring out broken furniture and try to break them down for firewood with a hatchet he'd found inside. Sweep the dirt and debris out. Try to clean the dirty windows with a wet piece of cloth. It's a bit more physical labor than he's been used to lately, maybe a bit much for one person.
It's not the shittiest place he'd ever lived in, at least, he thinks.]
[B - Hot Springs]
[Alan Wake needed a fucking break from it all.
Between the last thirteen years of never ending loops of death and insanity and the fact that he was now trapped in yet another hellhole, all he wanted was for something to go right. A little comfort. A little treat. God knows he'd kill for a bottle of whiskey or three, but he'd yet to find any.
What he did find, however, was something a little better(?). While scavenging for supplies and trying to get a lay of the land, Alan had stumbled across a cave that seemed a bit different from the others. Instead of ice, there was flowing water. Most importantly, it was warm. Upon following it, the writer eventually found himself outdoors again, but standing before several pools of water with steam rising up from them.
He'd never been to a natural hot spring before, but he knew one when he saw one.
After some thought, he decides he may as well enjoy this stroke of luck, especially while no one's around. He doesn't doubt that others have discovered a place like this by now, a little pocket of luxury in the wasteland. And so he strips off his clothing, setting it aside where it's in no danger of getting wet, and makes his way into one of the pools.
"Fuck," he eloquently states as he lets himself sink up to his chest in the hot waters. Warmth was a rare indulgence, even back in the Dark Place. It's going to be difficult to peel himself out of here, he knows it, but for now he's sure as hell going to enjoy it. Alan rests his head back against a rock at the edge of the pool, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.]
((ooc: If you want to use another format, I'll match it!))
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Well unless you're not Alan Wake. [It's said as a joke, but there's something tickling the back of his brain that makes him wonder...]
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[Why did that asshole have to steal his identity again, when there was no real reason to in a place like this, as far as he knew?
And why did this guy he was talking to sound so much like himself?]
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He notices it only a little now that he's paying more attention to this new (??) man.]
Then who have I met, if you're Alan. Because as far as I know, you got here around the same time I did. We've been... [There's a slightly too long pause, there.] Friends. We've been friends.
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[Pause.]
Friends with.
[Oh, for fuck's sake. Alan pinches the bridge of his nose. What the hell anyone could see in that psychopath, he'll never know.]
Trust me. I know him better than anyone here, and if you want to stay in one piece, you'll want to stay away from him.
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And how am I to know you're the real Alan, and he isn't? I met him first, after all. And I'd never met either of you, back home. Just read one or two of your books. Not really my thing, all that gritty detective stuff. Though I do enjoy Agatha Christie, when I'm not reading something for work.
My point being, why should I trust you over him?
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I'm not the one who will put a knife in your back for fun. I'm not looking for you to like my books, I'm not even looking for you to like me, but...
[Alan trails off.]
He's hurt enough people. If I can, I'd like to prevent him from hurting more. As for you knowing who's the real Alan, I'm sure he's going to give up on his game soon enough now that I'm here. The only reason he was able to get away with it so long was because I wasn't. For your own sake, don't let yourself get blinded by...whatever you have going on with him.
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There doesn't seem to be any malice behind what Alan is saying, only concern. Which doesn't go unappreciated, certainly. But Darling has a stubbornness and a loyalty that's hard to shake.]
As much as I hate to say it, a certain ruthlessness doesn't exactly go amiss, here. As does a sense of self preservation. But I'll keep what you said in mind.
What does he go by, then? If not Alan. That's how he introduced himself, anyway.
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Terrible decision making, then.]
It's more than ruthlessness and self preservation, he's a monster. I should know. He's been hunting me for over a decade. You don't know how many deaths I've...
[Alan trails off, shaking his head.]
At best, he's toying with you. Just be aware of that if you insist on staying at his side. And his name...it's Scratch. That's what I've always called him.
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Besides. [He gives his best smile, but it's a little tense. The situation is awkward, to say the least.] I'm a big boy. I should be able to handle myself.
Scratch? Interesting name. Though I suppose someone named Darling can't really judge.
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[He's done what he could. If not convinced him, at least warned him. What happens after that is out of his hands.]
I'm sure there are other people with that surname. The family in Peter Pan, for one...[Not that pointing out fictional characters does much.]
Could laugh at my own name, really. A. Wake... That sounds like a character--
[There's a sudden, inexplicable chill that runs through him despite the hot water. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, something clawing, something decaying.
I don't want to be a character. I don't want to be in this story. Just write me out of this story--
He pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other under the water clenching hard enough for his nails to dig into his skin. A quick bite of pain to shake himself from the thoughts threatening to break free.]
Sorry, headache.