Open][ Eventually we all have to grow up... supposedly

[screwedontight]

Who:Seth and you
Where: Various locations.
When: Second week of August 7th- 12th
Rating: PG-13. Changed if more
Summary: Some people never learned how to deal with emotions
The Story:
If there's anything that Seth realizes he hates more than zombies and fucking culebra? It's walking up to remember shit that he doesn't remember doing, since technically it was him and it wasn't him. Absolute rock bottom in his mind?

Finding himself as some kind of damn bird and attending school of all damn things. There's nothing he can do when the events have him out of his mind, and nothing he could fight back against, and he's quickly learning that is worse than any manner of monster that can exist in Wonderland. As part of the kidnapped or an event.

So he's definitely feeling out of sorts, and unlike himself, and he's handling things the best way he knows how.

There's alcohol involved and sometimes blowing shit up. If he can find a fight? It would be the trifecta in what he's dealing with.

Or more importantly, how he's not dealing.

Drinking

Maybe it's a good thing but not all the drinking is done with a bottle, a tumbler, and drinking alone. So he's hanging out the bar, avoiding Lux a bit just so he doesn't embarrass Chloe as he is want to do. He's trying to limit himself but keep a low, angry buzz is likely no better than heavily drinking until he passes out, but at least that is what he's working on.

Blowing shit up

Sometimes he's on the beach. Sometimes in the hedge maze. There's times when he heads out to the cave. Hanging out around there? Likelihood is, Seth is either blowing things up or is setting up with some serious firepower to do just that.

Once or twice he might be set up just above the waterline on the beach, still in a suit and tie, laid out in the sand with what is fashioned after a SAW .50 cal machine gun in front of him. He's focusing on the horizon, as they can see it, firing towards it over the water. He's been careful not to put the boats in the line of fire, mostly pretending that it's seeing what might happen but it's really just enjoying the sound and the smell of gunpowder.

It is both traumatic and comforting, and he's indulging in what he can to help him cope with this.

Hangovers are fun

A couple of days, or closer to afternoons, that week Seth can be found in the kitchen cooking up a fried food bounty of eggs, bacon, sausage and hashbrowns. He's not the best cook in the world, but he isn't entirely incompetent - when it comes to cooking, at least. He's bleary eyed and looks like he hasn't saved in a couple of days, but that damn suit is still in place looking much better than he does. Of course, when the top button happens to be undone, there's an odd pendant around his neck that is new, and he's often toying with the leather and metal, vervain filled bracelet that lays beneath his cuff.

Comments

° blowing shit up hell yeah

[thesamurai]

She runs on the beach, so when she sees an explosion she's right there and happens to see the person doing the setting off of said explosives. Slowing her run into a light jog, then a walk, she makes her way over to him.

"So, fuck those fish in particular, huh?"

° blowing shit up hell yeah

[screwedontight]

Littered around him are a handful of various shells and tubes, some of which he is certain are fireworks. Except when they're bigger and a bit more percussive than he's been expecting.

Either way, he's willing to work with what the closet gives him. And pray none of it goes off prematurely and blows him up with it.

Glancing up at the sound of a voice, he grins. It's actually been pretty therapeutic.

"Exactly. I swear one of them had a red light on it's head." He bends to pick up something, holding out a round metal canister with a pin that might be a grenade. An old one, but a grenade. "Want to try? I know it's not birds after that damn event but still."

[thesamurai]

"I'm never gonna acknowledge the bird thing ever again and neither should you, honestly." God, she hates it when Wonderland does shit like that.

Walking forward, she laughs, shaking her head. "You're crazy as hell you know that? But I'm into it." Taking the grenade, she looks at it, laughs again, then pulls the pin and throws it as far as she can. When the explosion happens, she looks pretty delighted about it. "That is therapeutic, damn."

[screwedontight]

He pauses, giving her a glance, and then he nods. "Sound advice. The royalty shit before it too," he adds, because all the mind twisting shit bothers him more than he cares to say in words. Willing to show in destructive behavior though.



"I can admit I'm fucking nuts. Probably the first time I've said it out loud too," he admits with a grin, watching as she tosses it out. If Richie ever heard him, he'd pay for all the shit he gave his brother for being crazy.

"Rocket got me started on this. Easier than raging at the powers that be that don't give a shit."

[thesamurai]

"Yeah, that checks out," she says of Rocket being the enabler. "Only other person you could've said would be Rick." But he's right, and she lets out a breath, shaking her head.

"Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed. So yeah. If you have to vent? I'm all for it."

Not that she's speaking from very specific experience. Death number two had been driven by pure, unadulterated anger having forgotten, in a moment of grief, her own advice.

[screwedontight]

"I've heard someone once tried to take down a lot more of this place and lost huge chunks of their memory for it, but I don't think they're still here. And Evelyn I think mentioned them so..." That did them no good with her gone as well.

He gives a tight, humorless smile at that, nodding. "Yeah, anger got me in jail once. And into a lot of other things. So far though, not death. I'd rather do this than die here and give them that satisfaction."

[thesamurai]

"Don't know about that, but my girlfriend's sister tried to open a portal to get the hell out and just wound up making old events come back and hit harder." So, that'd been a hell of a couple days.

"Could've used that pep-talk back when we had that snowstorm. When the place was a ski resort. I guess every now and then there's shit that happens you can't just pretend doesn't affect you."

[screwedontight]

He freezes at that, giving her a hard look. "What the hell is with people thinking blowing holes in the structure of this place is going to help? Says the guy blowing this place up for his own therapy," he says, at least admitting that he knows how much of a dick he is.

He winces though, shaking his head. "That sucks. I've worked hard to avoid that. Which I know means not being out for others like some are, but I don't think I can face it. Even with coming back. Maybe because of."

[thesamurai]

"Like I said, she's long gone. I think people figured out it was pointless after that. 'least the people who are still here that witnessed it."

Michonne sighs, shaking her head. "This place got in my head. I..."

Christ, twice now. "I'm not proud of it. The third time it made me see someone I lost. A long time ago." Her two-year-old son. "I got close. Wasn't human."

{Fried food of the gods | Aug 8th

[insincerecharm]

The morning after her not-quite-crisis day has Becks feeling some type of way and she wanders downstairs to find a familiar face in the kitchen. "And he cooks." She practically coos as she sits at a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his work. "No wonder you and Mags get along so well." she smirks and reaches over to grab a piece of absolutely uncooked potato from the pile to plop in her mouth. Yes, she is that person, unapologetically.

[screwedontight]

Seth is partially slumped, leaning against one hand on the counter and watching the bacon as he idly turns it with a fork. He probably should care about the popping grease, or the fact that his jacket is hanging on a chair and his shirt is undone over his undershirt, but dammit, he's too sick to care.

Glancing up, he may look a bit worn around the edges though he manages what passes for a smile. "I'm full of secrets and delights," he teases, gesturing at the plate. "And as you have, help yourself. There's some kind of rolls in the oven. I'm figuring sandwiches."

And praying it all helps in the long run. He overdid it and given it's been at least a month, he's feeling it.

[insincerecharm]

"Clearly." she props her chin in her hand, a lazy half-smile on her face. "Some kind of rolls. Didn't you put them there? Shouldn't you know what you shoved in an oven?" She perks a brow at him. Seth. This can not be a safe way to kitchen.

[screwedontight]

"I opened a cabinet, found rolls. I think they're like seeded hippie sprouted things," he says, a slight smile curving his lips though his head is pounding enough not to have a great smile. It makes his head hurt too much.

"I grew up being lucky to eat more than the dollar menu, so I'm just happy to have them." He pauses, looking at her thought. "You guys even have McDonald's fast food?" He hasn't thought about that. Not until that moment mentioning the dollar menu. Not that they had them when he was a child, but a lot more cost only a dollar then.

[insincerecharm]

"Hippie sprouted?" She snorts at that and shakes her head. He's a trip, but she likes him so it's not so bad. She nods a little. "Restaurants still exist, but they're not too crowded anymore and the whole industry would collapse on itself if they stopped having takeout menus." She shrugs one shoulder. "A world full of fear of the next outbreak who rarely leave their homes aren't too prone to large gatherings. Increases the risks and all."

[screwedontight]

Seth bends to check on said sprouted hippy rolls, ensuring they were browning before looking up at her over the counter.

"Do you have any idea how easy that would make bank robberies? I mean, few tellers, few people there at one time, and a huge thre..." He stops then, making a face that may well have been apologetic. "Right. That is not how to look at a horrible, deadly outbreak that threatens a bunch of people including the woman I am totally willing to bathe in bleach for. Right."

Because for a moment there his hungover brain got back on the job rather than onto the things that really matter. "Do you feel safe with meat here?"

[insincerecharm]

She laughs a little and shakes her head, "It's fine. You know, it's amazing the way people's priorities shift when the world almost ends." Becks is the least offended. She more entertained than anything by his not-quite-tangent, there. "If I trust the person cooking it," she's very picky, but as far as Becks is concerned, Seth is sort of part of her people in Wonderland now.

[screwedontight]

"I spent all of my adult life, and most of my childhood, running numbers, pulling jobs, and then moving up to banks. It's weird to me here sometimes how little those things take up my life here." And part of why he has so much time to think about the things he shouldn't. Those with abilities. Those that were possible threats. The time he had to kill Chloe. All of it weighs on him, day in and day out.

He smirks at her, picking up a fork to turn the bacon. "Not sure that says you trust me or not," he says, not looking or sounding at all offended.

blowing shit up.

[rightcall]

Clementine hates nothing more than she hates Events where she does not remember who she is, where she is in some other body, and it's as if she's been in that body her whole life. It's like viewing a better existence she'll never get to have, or it just freaks the hell out of her like the whole bird thing did. She doesn't like remembering what it's like to think and feel and... also have feathers.

She sees Seth and the firepower at the beach.

And she raises her eyebrows.

"...trying to blow up a whale?"

Re: blowing shit up.

[screwedontight]

Pausing to reload, he looks up to see Clementine. For the first time since he found himself without feathers, he smiles. It's tight and small, but there.

"We got those? I wouldn't be surprised if there's some puppet swallowing Pinocchio shit out there," he admits, gesturing her closer. "Figure this way I'm not likely to accidentally blow up someone I shouldn't. I hope."

[rightcall]

Clementine smiles back at him, folding her arms loosely across her chest. She shakes her head.

"Don't know. Heard there's some kind of sea beast in the water. Don't think it's a whale," she says, but she can't say she's seen it herself. She never really swam far enough out to try. "...pissed about the whole bird thing too?"

[screwedontight]

That he pauses at, staring at her for a long time. One brow slowly arches. "You're not kidding, are you? About the monster?"

He nods though, rolling his eyes. "First all that middle age bullshit and now fucking birds? What the hell is this shit?"

[rightcall]

"No. I've never seen it, but I've heard about it," Clementine says, and she wouldn't want to take her chances swimming in deep to see if it's really there or not.

She glances his way with an understanding expression on her face even if she kinda shudders despite herself. "I don't know. It's all pretty big bullshit. I don't like- I don't like the way it feels." Pause. "To not be myself like that."

[screwedontight]

His gaze slides back to the water, staring out over the ocean. Taking it in, considering the idea that it only makes sense. This is Wonderland. Going too far into the woods or caves can kill you. Why not a monster in the ocean? It only made sense.

He nods though, glancing at Clementine. "Yeah, I get that. It's disorienting. How do you know the lines between that shit and what's real here then?" He sighs. "And I hate thinking about this shit but we don't have much choice."

[rightcall]

Clementine grimaces as her jaw locks, thinking back to the chess game where she was forced to move where she was supposed to move, and then wait her fucking turn to kill or die or be moved again depending on what she was made to do.

"We don't have much choice in a lot of the shit that happens here. There's no way to know the lines. This place doesn't want us to. Does blowing stuff up help?"

[screwedontight]

"Helps me feel like I'm taking revenge," he admits, though he knows it's not much more than that. "Which I'll probably pay for eventually, but for now it feels good."

Which he knows isn't the best way to handle things.

"I would rather have to kill shit to save others than I want to be someone else. Again. Which I know I have no fucking control over, but so fucking over it."