when i left your house this morning...
There was something to be said about a man who was too wrapped up in a curling rink to notice that one of his friends had disappeared.
Fortunately, Lennox couldn't figure out what that something was, which made him feel like a little less of an asshole as he stood outside Hope's abandoned hut, some of her painting supplies in his hands, a stray seashell shoved in his pocket. It had been too long since he'd seen her, since before the snow had melted, at least, and he realized now that she could have been gone for weeks already. Weeks, and he'd just now thought to go looking for her. No wonder Clarice didn't want to be around him when he pulled shit like this. She could disappear and apparently he wouldn't even notice.
He wasn't a painter and he wouldn't be able to do anything with the supplies he'd taken from Hope's hut, but the idea of just leaving them there made him feel sort of sick. It wasn't right that pieces of her life should just lie around, waiting for the sand and the wind to cover them up, so he'd taken them. They weren't his to take, he knew. She had people on the island, people from her home, but Lennox took them anyway.
Turning, Lennox looked in the direction of the Compound for a moment, then headed off along the path, his fingers clenched tightly around the brush he'd found. Hal followed quietly along behind him, like she knew something was up. He had to find a Council member. Someone who could put her name on the wall. Then he'd go home and get stoned and listen to the wind chime she'd made for him.
[He's just realized Hope is gone, so friends would be very much appreciated. Catch him anywhere along the path. Slowtimed on and off while I'm at work.]
Fortunately, Lennox couldn't figure out what that something was, which made him feel like a little less of an asshole as he stood outside Hope's abandoned hut, some of her painting supplies in his hands, a stray seashell shoved in his pocket. It had been too long since he'd seen her, since before the snow had melted, at least, and he realized now that she could have been gone for weeks already. Weeks, and he'd just now thought to go looking for her. No wonder Clarice didn't want to be around him when he pulled shit like this. She could disappear and apparently he wouldn't even notice.
He wasn't a painter and he wouldn't be able to do anything with the supplies he'd taken from Hope's hut, but the idea of just leaving them there made him feel sort of sick. It wasn't right that pieces of her life should just lie around, waiting for the sand and the wind to cover them up, so he'd taken them. They weren't his to take, he knew. She had people on the island, people from her home, but Lennox took them anyway.
Turning, Lennox looked in the direction of the Compound for a moment, then headed off along the path, his fingers clenched tightly around the brush he'd found. Hal followed quietly along behind him, like she knew something was up. He had to find a Council member. Someone who could put her name on the wall. Then he'd go home and get stoned and listen to the wind chime she'd made for him.
[He's just realized Hope is gone, so friends would be very much appreciated. Catch him anywhere along the path. Slowtimed on and off while I'm at work.]