The silence- or more, the quiet sound of terrible things moving slowly in the dark, the sound of metal on concrete- is broken suddenly, and the heavy atmosphere almost seems to fade a little. It all begins with one word.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" Banging noises accompany it, the sound of Troy smashing a crowbar into anything and everything in the hallway. "I'm not going through this shit again! I'm already in touch with my inner child, or whatever shit you wanted to show me. YOU HEAR ME! I'M NOT DOING IT! WHERE IS LYNN!" There's more banging and some shattering noises as he smashes more pictures on the wall.
Then he turns a corner and it's only Troy and Eileen in the hallway. Troy stops smashing things and just stares, trying to figure out if this is some trick. "Hello?" he asks, warily.
The sound of Troy Abernathy rampaging about with a crowbar sets her heart slamming into overdrive, but the fog of panic does not settle over her thoughts and eyes. Self-preservation pipes in, though, and points out that there are smarter safer ways to create this encounter than running up and shouting his name some more. She takes three shaky steps backwards, tucking herself into the darkened corner at her end of the passage, where the walls themselves seem sloppily wrapped in bandages and there's no crazily swinging light to make her sudden appearance in front of him extra surprising. And most importantly, giving them a good fifteen feet of space in which to work this out before she'd be forced to pull her gun on him again
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He watches all of this very patiently, letting her go through her dance of self-preservation. His expression is carefully blank as he listens, but near the end, his mouth twitches up into a smirk. Stop trying to kill her, indeed.
The frightened look is gone- or at least, on hold for the moment. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and addresses her tiredly. "Miss Galvin, was it? Good to finally meet you, I suppose. You seen a little bald-headed teenage girl running around here anywhere, or is that pushing my luck too far?"
She stares at him in utter incredulity, jaw dropped as though he'd just burst into song. "Y-you're serious? You hear me? Jesus Christ, I'd hug you if I wasn't falling apart, I... Holy shit!" Her bark of a laugh is half-choked. The outburst is not the rational, dignified, or properly stricken response to this situation, but she's so overwhelmed with gratitude and relief that she just doesn't care. "I haven't seen her, I-I think she got turned around, or you did, I don't know, all I know is you two got separated so Henry and I, he went one way and I went this way and so I hope he has her, he probably does, he saves people's lives, he doesn't think that he does but he does." She snaps her mouth abruptly shut, realizing that in her delight and low blood pressure, she's letting herself act far too ordinary for this situation
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"MOTHERFUCKER!!" Banging noises accompany it, the sound of Troy smashing a crowbar into anything and everything in the hallway. "I'm not going through this shit again! I'm already in touch with my inner child, or whatever shit you wanted to show me. YOU HEAR ME! I'M NOT DOING IT! WHERE IS LYNN!" There's more banging and some shattering noises as he smashes more pictures on the wall.
Then he turns a corner and it's only Troy and Eileen in the hallway. Troy stops smashing things and just stares, trying to figure out if this is some trick. "Hello?" he asks, warily.
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The frightened look is gone- or at least, on hold for the moment. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and addresses her tiredly. "Miss Galvin, was it? Good to finally meet you, I suppose. You seen a little bald-headed teenage girl running around here anywhere, or is that pushing my luck too far?"
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