Act II - Gun Metal and Displacement
(ooc: Follows this. This is the second part of an on-going RP based plot. Until further notice or unless painfully obvious, all prompt response will stem from this plot. This is also a continuation of a plot that was running on this journal in September.)
After she disappeared, when he was left alone, he grabbed the gun he'd used on that thing in his bed and his bottle of bourbon. The festivities of the evening were long forgotten by that point, any chance he would have had to actually ring in the new year with someone he knew shot, quite literally. He walked down to the beach in front of his condo and sank down into the sand.
The sound of revelry could be heard from down the beach, at the cantina that he had recently been at. People there were carrying on with their lives, preparing to celebrate the new year as only the drunk truly can. More immediate to him, though, was the sound of waves crashing on the beach. The sounds were in stark contrast to each other. The partying at the decided air of joy to it, of endless possibilities and hope for the coming change in the calendar. The waves lapped at the sand of the beach as a solid reminder that everything is destroyed. The erosive effects of water on earth were undeniable and Grady's proximity to the sound cause it to become his entire world.
He brought his Glock to his lips, the cold metal of the sight and the end of the barrel pressing into his mouth like a persistent lover's tongue. He resisted, as he always did, for only a moment. Then his lips parted and he took the steel as he would a long lost love or a breath of fresh air after almost drowning. The metal tasted warm, inviting, and he pressed it past his teeth as his eyes closed. The warm gun metal felt like release against his tongue and he tightened his finger on the trigger.
A snuffling grunt from beside him caused him to open his eyes. Without looking, he knew what, and who, it was. The gun fell from between his lips and he glanced over at the bull. The beast looked out of place on the beach, shaggy body not suited to the semi-tropical environment it was in. Grady answered the grunt with a snarl and took another drink from his bottle.
Talking to Cern would do no good. He was certain that the god would have nothing but ridicule for him. He had, after all, left him in Baltasound without an explanation. So, naturally, that he would show up as Grady's world was slipping away made perfect sense. Why shouldn't he come to gloat over the miserable existence the human would have.
Grady stood and kicked sand at the animal, then headed back up to his condo. He had lost the will to end his life, again, and now all he wanted was to get drunk in peace. Whether that had been Cern's intention or not, that had been the effect.
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After she disappeared, when he was left alone, he grabbed the gun he'd used on that thing in his bed and his bottle of bourbon. The festivities of the evening were long forgotten by that point, any chance he would have had to actually ring in the new year with someone he knew shot, quite literally. He walked down to the beach in front of his condo and sank down into the sand.
The sound of revelry could be heard from down the beach, at the cantina that he had recently been at. People there were carrying on with their lives, preparing to celebrate the new year as only the drunk truly can. More immediate to him, though, was the sound of waves crashing on the beach. The sounds were in stark contrast to each other. The partying at the decided air of joy to it, of endless possibilities and hope for the coming change in the calendar. The waves lapped at the sand of the beach as a solid reminder that everything is destroyed. The erosive effects of water on earth were undeniable and Grady's proximity to the sound cause it to become his entire world.
He brought his Glock to his lips, the cold metal of the sight and the end of the barrel pressing into his mouth like a persistent lover's tongue. He resisted, as he always did, for only a moment. Then his lips parted and he took the steel as he would a long lost love or a breath of fresh air after almost drowning. The metal tasted warm, inviting, and he pressed it past his teeth as his eyes closed. The warm gun metal felt like release against his tongue and he tightened his finger on the trigger.
A snuffling grunt from beside him caused him to open his eyes. Without looking, he knew what, and who, it was. The gun fell from between his lips and he glanced over at the bull. The beast looked out of place on the beach, shaggy body not suited to the semi-tropical environment it was in. Grady answered the grunt with a snarl and took another drink from his bottle.
Talking to Cern would do no good. He was certain that the god would have nothing but ridicule for him. He had, after all, left him in Baltasound without an explanation. So, naturally, that he would show up as Grady's world was slipping away made perfect sense. Why shouldn't he come to gloat over the miserable existence the human would have.
Grady stood and kicked sand at the animal, then headed back up to his condo. He had lost the will to end his life, again, and now all he wanted was to get drunk in peace. Whether that had been Cern's intention or not, that had been the effect.
(474)