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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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"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.