Aug 06, 2007 04:42
There are few things St. John dislikes worse than being cooped up because nature is doing something that prevents him escape. Amongst those are root canals, the Shop, and getting seeds stuck in his teeth.
...he is an odd boy. ANYWAY, after delicious tinned food has been eaten and he's ascertained that no one ever goes in the room with the instruments, thus making it a fit place to catch a smoke, in these circumstances there's really not a lot to do but wait out the storm, which rages on above them, sometimes tapering away to almost nothing before bursting into fresh gales. The power has been flickering ominously for the past hour or so.
Two cots have been claimed; St. John has thrown some of his crap across a few others in case Adam and Wanda show up (in addition to which he assumes Bobby will bunk with them, hallucination or no). They might still be in the bar - under other circumstances he'd have made Ramon go there too, but being there without Nica is too strange, he sees ghosts out of the corner of his eye every time he turns around. The library is worse; in a way hunkering down at the VFW is almost comforting (there are memories there too, how he'd wanted to get her out and how surprised he was to have thought of that first) at least here his impressions of her are faint, just whispers.
In any event, now it is time for playing chess, because...well. He's not going outside, and he's not going to do anything like, useful unless someone forces him to.
vfw,
rp,
tendencytostart,
susurrosmuertos,
in town