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singillatim2024-10-01 04:37 pm
obscurissime) wrote in singillatim2024-10-01 04:37 pm
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maybe i could stop but i won't;
Who: Scratch and Alan Wake (closed).
What: Alan get some unexpected help.
When: Tail-end of September when shit hits the fan.
Where: Milton, likely around Basin Overlook.
Content Warnings:Alan and Scratch NPC murder, violent intentions, etc.
Scratch had been having a great time until that asshole cowboy shot him. In hindsight, he should have been more self-aware in the moment. Of course guns and shit can hurt him here, and he should probably consider himself lucky that it was just a thigh-shot.
Raylan, however, should be counting the days until Scratch finds a way to dissect him.
While his joy has been dampened, he's still doing his part to contribute to the chaos. When in Rome, right? And he realizes he hasn't seen Alan around much since this began. Of course, he's been distracted, but it'd be bad manners not to check in on the moron across the street. Maybe goad him a bit, make Alan really feel some fear, maybe finally put an end to him ...
Except, no. This isn't really the time or the place. Alan's death needs to have some purpose, not just be another death in a string of mayhem. And Alan might still be his way out of here. So annoying. He can still make Alan's time a bit shittier, though.
He slips his knife into his pocket and grabs his trusty axe, then saunters his way across to Alan's cabin.
What: Alan get some unexpected help.
When: Tail-end of September when shit hits the fan.
Where: Milton, likely around Basin Overlook.
Content Warnings:
Scratch had been having a great time until that asshole cowboy shot him. In hindsight, he should have been more self-aware in the moment. Of course guns and shit can hurt him here, and he should probably consider himself lucky that it was just a thigh-shot.
Raylan, however, should be counting the days until Scratch finds a way to dissect him.
While his joy has been dampened, he's still doing his part to contribute to the chaos. When in Rome, right? And he realizes he hasn't seen Alan around much since this began. Of course, he's been distracted, but it'd be bad manners not to check in on the moron across the street. Maybe goad him a bit, make Alan really feel some fear, maybe finally put an end to him ...
Except, no. This isn't really the time or the place. Alan's death needs to have some purpose, not just be another death in a string of mayhem. And Alan might still be his way out of here. So annoying. He can still make Alan's time a bit shittier, though.
He slips his knife into his pocket and grabs his trusty axe, then saunters his way across to Alan's cabin.
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He rolls eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't roll out of his head, but it's easily replaced by another generally annoyed look. He thinks he did a reasonable job with it. He got the bullet out, he wrapped it up in some cloths. No big deal.
But he has to admit that it's blatant curiosity that makes him decide to actually follow Alan.
"Don't give me a reason to," he mutters back.
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Let Scratch have the last word? Never.
It's a blessedly short walk back into the cabin, and Alan shuts and locks the door behind them. Not that it's much protection right now from those outside trying to kill them, but every little bit counts. After shrugging his coat off, he starts to dig through some of his small stash of medical supplies, fetching what he thinks might help for now.
"Get a fire going," he calls out behind him. "And...I can't believe I'm saying this sentence, but take off your pants."
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"Not even gonna buy me dinner first, huh?"
He undoes the fly of the stupid denim jeans he's forced to wear around here, starting to shimmy out of them.
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"I'm not the biggest fan of myself as you know, but I'd at least like to think I have better taste than you," he grumbles back. The writer puts the kit on a nearby table before going over to the fireplace, working in a now practiced motion to light it now that he sees Scratch is going to be naturally useless.