[Gabriel spent two nights in the park before finally dragging himself 'home'. He'd gotten caught in a summer storm and gave up to dry off and warm up. He wasn't even trying to make nice with his 'wife' anymore, rarely saying two words to her unless he had to. Something's changed about him; at least people who knew him before might be able to ( Read more... )

( cut for sort-of backstory. those who remember Gabe from before *may* be enlightened (no guarantee), but those who don't will most certainly be confused. in any case, it's skippable. )

( [action-y stuff] )

( private )

Leave the city? [bitter chuckle] Where in bloody hell are we supposed to go? The moon?

[ Direct follow up to this post][Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to ( Read more... )

( [private, hackable] )

( [Breathe in. Breathe out.] )

[Gabriel doesn't eat. Instead he stares at the two envelopes on the table, one from a few weeks ago, one that just came in the mail that morning. Christmas morning ( Read more... )

( [Ten years is a long time to live in Mayfield] )