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bigapplesauce2013-08-12 12:44 pm
powerdealer) wrote in bigapplesauce2013-08-12 12:44 pm
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Seth ended up passing up Gabriel's offer for lunch. In fact, as soon as he woke up on Gabe's couch, he took a quick shower, grabbed an apple from the fridge, then disappeared out the door. He'd found himself in Hell's Kitchen, which seemed somehow appropriate. Since then, he's been staying in a different place every night.
Turns out, it's really easy to steal if you can phase through things. Just find something that's well locked up but badly supervised, and grab it. Easy peasy. Not a long-term plan, since while he has no real respect for the police, he doesn't really like taking other people's stuff.
And then he'd just find empty hotel rooms or apartments, walk right through the door, and crash there for the night. It worked well enough, and he felt safer being on the move for a while. A few nights he'd gotten comfortably drunk, too. He'd missed that. Dancing with strangers in bars. Starting to feel like a human being again, not an appliance or a lab rat.
Still, it's not a way to live. He seems to have forgotten how to settle down, how to make friends. So he goes back to the one person who has an idea how crazy his life has been recently, but still was nice to him, and maybe see if his offer of a couch still stands. Or maybe he just wants to thank Gabe for his hospitality.
So he shows up back at his door a morning over a week later, with a bag containing one turkey sandwich, one apple, and one bottle of beer, and knocks on his door.
Turns out, it's really easy to steal if you can phase through things. Just find something that's well locked up but badly supervised, and grab it. Easy peasy. Not a long-term plan, since while he has no real respect for the police, he doesn't really like taking other people's stuff.
And then he'd just find empty hotel rooms or apartments, walk right through the door, and crash there for the night. It worked well enough, and he felt safer being on the move for a while. A few nights he'd gotten comfortably drunk, too. He'd missed that. Dancing with strangers in bars. Starting to feel like a human being again, not an appliance or a lab rat.
Still, it's not a way to live. He seems to have forgotten how to settle down, how to make friends. So he goes back to the one person who has an idea how crazy his life has been recently, but still was nice to him, and maybe see if his offer of a couch still stands. Or maybe he just wants to thank Gabe for his hospitality.
So he shows up back at his door a morning over a week later, with a bag containing one turkey sandwich, one apple, and one bottle of beer, and knocks on his door.