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And the Hole is Where the Heart Is

Mar 15, 2009 20:11

Topher thinks he's in shock. It's really the only way to explain everything. No, wait, he's coming down from a bad acid trip and he's in shock. He thinks he should hurt; he remembers. He doesn't want to remember, but after isn't much better. Thinking isn't much better, either, so he doesn't. He just huddles down in his stolen coat and keeps ( Read more... )

christopher yule, gladys, anka petrovic

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cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 01:55:14 UTC

Gladys does not understand the concept of danger. No one could ever bring themselves to hurt a little old lady like her! Nope!

So she's just wandering around, when she sees this barefoot boy. BAREFOOT! ON THE STREETS OF CHICAGO?! Not even she's that dumb. And that coat! It could hardly be keeping him warm. She clucks her tongue disapprovingly, then begins digging in her bag for clothes.

Yes. Clothes. She has enough space in there for a three piece suit to be nicely folded, to be quite honest.

"You know," she says, hurrying to catch up with him, "I'm not sure I'd be walking barefoot around here. I don't know what's gone on on that ground." And then she smiles sunnily. Because she is Gladys, dammit.

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 02:05:16 UTC

Topher jumps slightly when she calls out. He's had a rough day. Night. Week? He doesn't know.

"Um, yeah. I was kinda in a hurry to get out of where I was and I didn't want to stop and look." She looks kind of like a grandmother. The kind in commercials and stuff. He's not going to trust her exactly, but he'll try to be a little less jumpy.

Yeah, that'll work.

cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 02:15:48 UTC

Gladys blinks.

"...So you left your shoes?" she asks with raised eyebrows. Because one just does not leave one's shoes. "No problem though, because somewhere in here..." she pulls out three bags of cookies, glancing at him. "Would you be a dear and hold these? I'm sure I have some shoes in here somewhere..."

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 02:31:33 UTC

"Um, okay." Gladys apparently falls into the same category as nuns, which means that Topher can't bring himself to be completely rude to her and just keep on moving. Thus, he ends up holding cookies.

"Why would you have men's shoes in your bag?" Is he on Candid Camera? Wait, he's the one who started barefoot. This is just weird....

cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 02:36:35 UTC

Gladys looks at him strangely.

"Why wouldn't you?" she asks. And then goes back to her bag. "Oh come on now, I know I've got them in here somewhere... nope... nope... nope... oh, shitfuckbears." She lets out a frustrated sigh and pulls out a pair of large, ridiculous pink bunny slippers. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "They're the only thing I had that looks like it would be your size. But they'll keep your feet safe?" She smiles apologetically.

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 02:59:27 UTC

Topher silently repeats the swearing with a look of disbelief on his face. Well, not exactly the same category as nuns then. And he hasn't heard that one before, either.

"Um, sure. That works." Can he trade these cookies back, please? He doesn't particularly like sugary sweets even at the best of times.

cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 03:07:07 UTC

Gladys throws the slippers on the ground so he can step into them, and starts grabbing bags of cookies, throwing them haphazerdly into her bag. "I could have sworn," she mumbles to herself. "Maybe they're in the other bag..." she shakes her head, then seems to notice Topher again.

"Oh, hello!" she says, smiling broadly. "You're still here. Well. Would you like some cookies?"

She's not senile. We promise.

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 03:12:13 UTC

"Um, no. Thanks. I don't really like cookies." The slippers are nice and fluffy-squooshy though. Even if they probably do contribute to the way he looks homeless right now.

"By the way, do you know what day it is? I've kind of lost track." Okay, so asking the old lady with apparently memory issues for directions isn't the smartest thing ever, but he'll take what he can get.

cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 03:18:34 UTC

"No?" Gladys looks a little disappointed, but she's learned by now that apparently Chicago is filled with people who hate baked goods. She'll get them to come around at some point.

"Uhm..." she blinks, closes her eyes. "Tuesday? Maybe? I never was one for dates anyway."

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 03:40:52 UTC

"Tuesday.... Crap." He glances at her. "Pardon my language. Do you know what busline runs from here out to Aurora?"

There are things he might still be able to do to salvage his job. Maybe. It depends on which Tuesday it is.

cookiesandhugs March 17 2009, 13:58:33 UTC

Gladys shrugs off the swearword. She's heard worse, to be honest. She's said worse.

And then she shakes her head. "I'm afraid I don't, dearie," she says. "Though I bet if you get yourself on the edge of town, some nice person'll pick you up. That's how I got here."

Yep, Gladys hitchhiked. No fear of strangers whatsoever over here.

livemyowndeath March 17 2009, 18:26:56 UTC

Yes, she just said worse, but she's firmly in Topher's Little Old Lady category, so he's not going to be okay with cussing in front of her.

"Huh. That could work." Except not. But the edge of town would be more likely to have the busses he needs. And he might be able to convince enough people to spare him some change.

"Do you know where any of the good landmarks are from here? Like the park or some of the statues? Once I know where I am, I can find my way."

cookiesandhugs March 18 2009, 19:58:07 UTC

"Well..." Gladys looks around. "Grant Park is back that way," she waves back the way she came from. "But that's a ways away. And that way..." She frowns. "I really have no idea," she shrugs, the frown quickly replaced with a smile. "Oh well! That will be an adventure!"

Because that's exactly what Topher wants, Gladys. An adventure.

livemyowndeath March 18 2009, 20:12:56 UTC

Topher nods because that was actually helpful. Grant Park is as far East as you can go without ending up in the lake, and he needs to go West. "Thanks. I think I can work with that."

He looks down a little embarassed. "Say, um, do you have any change you can spare? If I find a pay phone, I might be able to call a friend." Or catch a bus. Either way....

cookiesandhugs March 18 2009, 20:31:00 UTC

Gladys smiles. "Of course I do!" she cries, and reaches into the giant purse again. Thankfully this hunt is a lot less complicated than the hunt for shoes. She pulls out a medium-sized bag full of change without much difficulty, handing Topher the whole thing.

"Keep it," she insists. "I don't need change anyway/"

livemyowndeath March 18 2009, 20:48:51 UTC

"Are you sure? I mean, that's kind of a lot." Although getting rid of it will probably make that mammoth purse considerably lighter. Still, it's far more than he needs even if there are multiple busses involved in getting home.

And why is being undead so much more complicated than being alive? Maybe it won't be so bad once he gets the hang of things.

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