The Fools In Life [Complete]
Characters: Odd Thomas, Ginger Fitzgerald, possibly OPEN.
Content: During his search for medical supplies, Odd takes his time, patiently waiting to see if Ginger has decided to take up on his offer to find her shelter.
Location: A pharmacy along some road on Broadway.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Language, possible violence.
Death threats weren’t anything new. Odd had had people try sticking it to him many times and, from terrorists to the galloping bone yard, there wasn’t a whole lot that surprised him anymore. Even after waking up in a city in what appeared to be a strange new reality, Odd still wasn’t too freaked out. Definitely not as much as he should be, really.
From what he gathered, Ginger was a teenager. Though she didn’t strike him as completely incapable of handling herself, leaving a girl out on the streets didn’t bode well with his conscience. The fact that she had been out there for this long was bothersome. He heard the stories that the crab parasites were swarming the more populated areas. Ginger had been able to handle one easy enough, but if she got too confident she could get overwhelmed by those creatures.
It occurred to Odd that perhaps he had said the wrong thing to her. With teenagers, particularly the moody ones, all it took was one wrong word and they’d totally hate you for it, and find whatever reason they could to get back at you.
Odd sighed, picking up some Excedrin from the pharmacy shelf. The expiration date said it was still good. In fact, despite how long it must have been there, many of the supplies here were still good. For a city that had become home to the big Mama Grande, it was a relief to see stores like this still standing. Odd took whatever he could find-antiseptics, bandages, ointments, sutures, even some boxes of band-aids-and tossed them one of the paper bags he’d taken with him.
Eventually, when the bags were so full he couldn’t carry any more, Odd heaved them up and carried them on outside. He tossed them into a shopping cart he’d been using to carry supplies with him back to the cathedral.
Now that his hunt was over, the man took a seat on the pharmacy’s window ledge. Half tired, half waiting. He wouldn’t hold it against her if she didn’t show up, though he hoped he’d gotten the point across to the girl that he had only her best interests in mind. Checking his wristwatch, he decided he’d give himself a fifteen minute rest before heading back to St. Patrick’s.
Content: During his search for medical supplies, Odd takes his time, patiently waiting to see if Ginger has decided to take up on his offer to find her shelter.
Location: A pharmacy along some road on Broadway.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Language, possible violence.
Death threats weren’t anything new. Odd had had people try sticking it to him many times and, from terrorists to the galloping bone yard, there wasn’t a whole lot that surprised him anymore. Even after waking up in a city in what appeared to be a strange new reality, Odd still wasn’t too freaked out. Definitely not as much as he should be, really.
From what he gathered, Ginger was a teenager. Though she didn’t strike him as completely incapable of handling herself, leaving a girl out on the streets didn’t bode well with his conscience. The fact that she had been out there for this long was bothersome. He heard the stories that the crab parasites were swarming the more populated areas. Ginger had been able to handle one easy enough, but if she got too confident she could get overwhelmed by those creatures.
It occurred to Odd that perhaps he had said the wrong thing to her. With teenagers, particularly the moody ones, all it took was one wrong word and they’d totally hate you for it, and find whatever reason they could to get back at you.
Odd sighed, picking up some Excedrin from the pharmacy shelf. The expiration date said it was still good. In fact, despite how long it must have been there, many of the supplies here were still good. For a city that had become home to the big Mama Grande, it was a relief to see stores like this still standing. Odd took whatever he could find-antiseptics, bandages, ointments, sutures, even some boxes of band-aids-and tossed them one of the paper bags he’d taken with him.
Eventually, when the bags were so full he couldn’t carry any more, Odd heaved them up and carried them on outside. He tossed them into a shopping cart he’d been using to carry supplies with him back to the cathedral.
Now that his hunt was over, the man took a seat on the pharmacy’s window ledge. Half tired, half waiting. He wouldn’t hold it against her if she didn’t show up, though he hoped he’d gotten the point across to the girl that he had only her best interests in mind. Checking his wristwatch, he decided he’d give himself a fifteen minute rest before heading back to St. Patrick’s.