Snow. No no no no there should not be snow. And trees. Okay yes there should be trees, trees are good, trees are nice, but there should not be so many and they should not be so... here
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Okay, he might have to be spending nights in the cabins? But that certainly doesn't mean Bruce is going to live in the things. Oh, no. So since the bleeding debacle, he's been staying in one of the most out-of-the-way cabins but he makes sure to only go into it after dark and to leave the barracks before it gets light. He feels slightly bad about avoiding everyone and sneaking around especially after the various people tried to help him (expressly against his wishes but stillBut he can't do otherwise. It's just how things are
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"Wh-what?" Bruce shakes his head, a small frown of confusion on his face. "This isn- I mean. Kind of obviously not mine, what with the. Whole it being a forest thing. It's n- Okay, well, I kind of. Walk around the tree sometimes, but they're not mine. So. It's okay, really, with the whole. It's all right."
He huddles in on himself a little, trying to tuck in all the corners the cold air keeps sneaking into. When she asks about the whole going part, he flashes a quick, bitter smile. "If I knew, I'd. You know. Be there instead of here. But." A jerky shrug. "Pretty sure this place doesn't have any kind of infrastructure or anything like that, what with the whol-"
Bruce pauses, mouth hanging open a moment before he shuts it again into a thin line. "...You just woke up here didn't you. So you d-" He'd facepalm right now, but that would involve putting skin outside the blanket and that just ain't happening.
He's not just a hobo. He's a crazy hobo. Winny takes a slow step back. "I'll just. Go and find someone else who can... point me in the home direction. Right direction. Point me in the right direction. Uniforms and... helpful."
She waves a hand to try and illustrate her half-made point before nodding again and backing away slowly.
Gabriel may have just decided that because his mouth doesn't take a holiday ever that it's probably best if he... Moseys out of the barracks for awhile. It's not like he's wandering around looking for trouble (in fact, he's actively avoiding it to the point of being bored out of his skull, but since his main source of entertainment is the kind of thing that would make Anna and Murphy lose their voices if he keeps it up... It's either be bored or his friends suffer for however long until this Gala thing happens- sometimes he's surprisingly selfless). And plus it's not like he... Acknowledges the cold.
Which is why it's probably kind of weird that there's a guy in little more than an army jacket, a flannel shirt, and jeans, standing in the snow like it's not even there and watching Winny flailing like this is the most entertaining thing he's seen in awhile.
Spoiler: It is.
...Look, he can't say anything, but no one's stopping him from thinking... Things. Yeah.
It takes her a second to notice he's there. And then there's another squeak and a flail and she lands on her butt in the snow. She sort of crab-crawls backwards and onto her feet again, never quite taking her eyes off of Gabriel.
Winny hesitates, and then ducks behind the tree she just fell away from. "...Hello?"
....And suddenly it's less funny and kind of sad, but, of course, he can't admit that, because that would be like admitting that he has feelings and has a weird fondness for humans, so obviously he should cover it up with sarcasm- OH WAIT.
He turns away, so he doesn't look like he's staring awkwardly at her as he tries to find... Words. Non-sarcastic words. They're there somewhere. Maybe. "....You okay?"
...There. That was like... Doing a root canal with a bendy straw.
Snow snow snow boring boring boring snow this whole lost in the woods crap is getting old fast. Still, sitting on his ass is not this one's style so here he is checking out the woods again (what time is it now? can't remember). It'd taken him a few days to notice the whole communicator bit to begin with but now it, too, is yet another reason to check things out if something happens.
Like girls running about a snowy forest squeaking at ...pretty much everything, by the looks of it. He stops and looks at her; folding his arms over his shirtless chest and cocking his head to the side, as if curious.
....Adslkfjdf it's a flasher. Winny covers her eyes with both hands.
"Not. Really? Is that a euphemism because if it is than no, no I'm really not, sorry, I'm sure you could... Well no don't... show anyone else either because that's kind of rude unless they ask you to because people do do that, don't they?"
Dante doesn't get it. He doesn't get girls a lot of the time to be honest but this was new. "... What?"
If she so choose to peek at him through her fingers she'll see his mouth slightly hanging open in an expression of utter dumbfounded confusion. Kind of like a goldfish who accidentally found the edge of it's bowl. The wheels in his brain is trying to keep up but not quite catching up.
Congratulations Winny you have managed to shut him up. Queue awkward silence.
"Er... I don't know?"
What is he answering-what was the question? He clears his throat and straightens up a bit. When in doubt: fake it or get angry. Getting angry at a disturbingly normal-looking teenage girl seems a bit rude, though. Unless it's a trick... but in case it's not.
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Oh no. Oh no. It's a hobo. That just brings back all kinds of horrible memories and oh no no what if he's one of the ones that remembers her?
"I'm sorry. I didn't. Is this your... place? I wasn't. I didn't mean to um. ...I'll go, if you could just tell me. Which way is it to a road?"
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He huddles in on himself a little, trying to tuck in all the corners the cold air keeps sneaking into. When she asks about the whole going part, he flashes a quick, bitter smile. "If I knew, I'd. You know. Be there instead of here. But." A jerky shrug. "Pretty sure this place doesn't have any kind of infrastructure or anything like that, what with the whol-"
Bruce pauses, mouth hanging open a moment before he shuts it again into a thin line. "...You just woke up here didn't you. So you d-" He'd facepalm right now, but that would involve putting skin outside the blanket and that just ain't happening.
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He's not just a hobo. He's a crazy hobo. Winny takes a slow step back. "I'll just. Go and find someone else who can... point me in the home direction. Right direction. Point me in the right direction. Uniforms and... helpful."
She waves a hand to try and illustrate her half-made point before nodding again and backing away slowly.
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Which is why it's probably kind of weird that there's a guy in little more than an army jacket, a flannel shirt, and jeans, standing in the snow like it's not even there and watching Winny flailing like this is the most entertaining thing he's seen in awhile.
Spoiler: It is.
...Look, he can't say anything, but no one's stopping him from thinking... Things. Yeah.
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Winny hesitates, and then ducks behind the tree she just fell away from. "...Hello?"
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He turns away, so he doesn't look like he's staring awkwardly at her as he tries to find... Words. Non-sarcastic words. They're there somewhere. Maybe. "....You okay?"
...There. That was like... Doing a root canal with a bendy straw.
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Winny squirms and starts to duck behind the tree again. "So I'll just be... lost in another direction until I'm not. Sorry. To bother you."
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Like girls running about a snowy forest squeaking at ...pretty much everything, by the looks of it. He stops and looks at her; folding his arms over his shirtless chest and cocking his head to the side, as if curious.
"Not a fan of forests, eh?"
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"Not. Really? Is that a euphemism because if it is than no, no I'm really not, sorry, I'm sure you could... Well no don't... show anyone else either because that's kind of rude unless they ask you to because people do do that, don't they?"
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If she so choose to peek at him through her fingers she'll see his mouth slightly hanging open in an expression of utter dumbfounded confusion. Kind of like a goldfish who accidentally found the edge of it's bowl. The wheels in his brain is trying to keep up but not quite catching up.
Congratulations Winny you have managed to shut him up. Queue awkward silence.
"Er... I don't know?"
What is he answering-what was the question? He clears his throat and straightens up a bit. When in doubt: fake it or get angry. Getting angry at a disturbingly normal-looking teenage girl seems a bit rude, though. Unless it's a trick... but in case it's not.
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This is a very awkward question to ask.
"You're not a..."
She goes red. "N-never mind."
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