[Gabriel has been in a drunk stupor over the weekend, which is why he hasn't been keeping up with the Westport mess. Refreshed and hung over (oh god, so hung over), Sunday evening he spends his time catching up. People have been able to access the other town, almost an exact copy of Mayfield, only burned out and gutted. It should raise warning ( Read more... )

[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] )

[Action, open to the house and anyone that might wander by]

( Gabriel is at the table in the kitchen, drinking tea and pouring over the morning newspaper... )

( 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... )

( [Gabriel sits across the street from the Police Station, under a convenient tree. He's drinking bourbon straight from the bottle, cheap shit. In truth, no matter how much you pay for alcohol in this place, it tastes cheap. He hasn't had anything that tastes better than cough syrup in years.] )

( [private, hackable] )