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Ernest Giles ([personal profile] ring_for_giles) wrote2022-06-15 11:23 am
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Come Sail Away Inbox



Good evening, this is Giles speaking

broshaw: (35. born to be alive)

[text] backdated to mid-nov (pick a date any date)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Ossie said "pick a day to text" and Sharky did! Then he forgot. Then he pretended to forget another day because he felt bad for forgetting the first time. But the third time's the charm, right?!]

hey
i was tlkin 2 ossie a wile ago n he told me mb i should txt u again
so i kno i said id leave u alone n i will
but i gotta lisen 2 him just in case hes rite
idk wat it proves other than im like super worried abt u but he siad u were ok so like
idk i hope thats tru n not just wat he thinks bc ur like super good at hidin shit from him
neway ya hmu or dont just hope ur ok
broshaw: (04. ain't nobody)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-27 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
yea p sure times fake now
um yea i would rly like that tbh
i just dont wanna freak u out


broshaw: (03. i will survive)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-27 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
o yea im not doin shit
gimme a couple minutes n ill b there??
broshaw: (35. born to be alive)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-28 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Being high instead of drunk means that Sharky can't just splash some water on his face to trigger any kind of sobriety. On the other hand, he can't feel all his nerves kicking into overdrive, and his anxiety is entirely muffled by the couch-locked high.

It does mean that getting ready takes closer to thirty minutes than ten, even though all he does is put on a clean shirt and wash his face in a misguided attempt to sober up.

He thinks about sending a warning text but, like, Giles will know the second he shows up, anyway. So there's no fanfare or forewarning when he uses the key; he only makes it a few steps past the gate before he realizes that, uhhhhh. Reality changing around him abruptly is. Weird. B...ad weird? Or good weird? He seriously cannot tell. It's gonna take him a minute.]


Umm, I'm... here? [For the record, he's trying to sound self-assured. It's... you know, he tried.]
broshaw: (36. jive talkin')

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-28 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Oooh boy, the paranoid edge of his trip is getting thrown into overdrive and his stupid brain is telling him he should be worried about this for some reason, but can't actually articulate what. Some unlabeled light on the switchboard of his brain is blinking and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Just like any other check engine light, Sharky does his absolute best to avoid thinking about it. Just scrubs at the back of his head (to reassure himself that his hair is still cut, that he didn't just imagine all of this up to deal with being Nothing), and offers a lopsided smile. Not particularly big or excited, but they can both play pretend that things are cool for five seconds.]


I'm... cool with whatever, man. I'm just... [vague shrug] Y'know. Floatin'.
broshaw: (05. on the radio)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-29 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally, Sharky would just let his mouth do all the talking and worry about potential awkwardness when it came up. But the only things he thinks he'll talk about are, like... Halloween. October in general. The possessions. And if he lets his mouth run on those subjects, he's gonna say something stupid, or mean, or fucked up, and it's gonna make shit worse, not better.

So he just follows, keeping his hands shoved into his pockets and trying not to matrix faces in the foliage. Trying to remind himself that he's totally been here before, that this is supposed to be the kind of magic he's used to, and that he isn't just having a shitty brain meltdown. It doesn't do much other than keep him quiet.]
broshaw: (33. never can say goodbye)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-29 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He sorta flops down like his legs have been cut off at the knees. But the cottage is nice, and the longer he's here, the more here he feels.

He doesn't so much as shift at the question, only tipping his head in acknowledgment after a couple of seconds.]


I sorta... fuck, man, it's so fuckin' stupid. I tripped down some fuckin' stairs after my party. I landed on my neck and I was -- well, y'know. Pratt had to fill me in on the rest of it when I got out. Um. Up. ...All I know is that the guy piloting the body around partied all month and then shot a bunch of people at the Halloween party. Then Ava... I think ripped out the heart, or she just phased her fist into it. Either way.

[A beat before he speaks again.] I know from texts and, uh, stuff he left behind, that he got you possessed, too. I... um. I'm really sorry.
broshaw: (04. ain't nobody)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-29 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Sharky groans good-naturedly, tipping his head back against the couch.] Man, you're definitely not allowed to apologize to me. You were being a good friend and that fuckin' jackass took advantage of both of us.

[Nevermind that Sharky doesn't even really blame Pickles anymore. Guy did what he had to, and Sharky doesn't think he'd have been much better if the positions were reversed.]

It fucking sucked, and I'm pretty sure all of us possessed-types are permanently fucked from it, but. Like. [Helpless shrug.] It is what it is, right?
broshaw: (37. and the beat goes on)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. No wonder they were so quick to get the fuck out. Surprised it didn't happen sooner.

[Maybe it has. Sharky isn't about to go asking; he just wants to make sure it doesn't happen again. Specifically to him, but generally, too. He cannot go back to being Nothing again. He can't.

The fact that Giles had an experience to contend with the Nothing, though -- that freaks him right the fuck out. He doesn't think he can handle there being something worse than that.]


Sure makes sleeping hard to do. Plus, uhhh... stuff feels less real. Oh, and lots of hugging. Physical contact makes it less weird, I guess. That's just what I've noticed, anyway. [From himself, as well as the possessed he's had run-ins with this month.] Is -- Ossie's been keeping an eye on you, right? Not, uhh, not that you need someone watchin' you, just, y'know, it helps.
broshaw: (04. ain't nobody)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-11-30 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, there's a word for it? Cool. He should probably try to remember that.]

Um, no? He just told me that you'd probably want me to check in on you. [He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.] Why? What's up?
broshaw: (32.  knock on wood)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-12-01 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[To be honest, it doesn't sound all that different from what went down with his grandma, or the particularly Bliss-addled survivors. It's fucked, and sad, and he really wishes it weren't the case, but at least he kinda knows how to handle this.]

Okay. Yeah. [He bobs his head a few times.] I get you. That really fuckin' sucks, man. But, ummm. I'm glad you told me? Because that means I can actually help. I'm not much of it right now or anythin', but...

[Well, he's almost out of edibles and he's starting to feel like that might be a good thing.]

I don't get it, get it, but I do get it. Get it? [Hehehehe, okay, that's just a lot of nonsense, but it's funny.] For real. Tell me what I can do to like, help when you need me to, and I'll try to remember.
broshaw: (38. we are family)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-12-02 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, yeah, sure. All of that sounds doable, and honestly not too far off from what he did for Pratt back at the diner. And despite how many times he's wanted to just hug the shit out of that dumbass, he's managed to refrain, so like... he should be good here, too.]

Okay. Ask before touching, make sure you're somewhere private, be patient. [He ticks them off on his fingers, just to show Giles that it isn't a big ask. Like, three super simple things, two of which are already sorta basic common decency? Easy.]

I'm not gonna lie, you haven't missed shit out on the boat. Most of us got high for a couple days, then the rest of the time we've just been veggin'. Everyone's lickin' their wounds, y'know? But, uh. If you wanna get out of here sometime and Ossie's busy, you can hit me up. We... all've had trouble leavin' our rooms. [He's thinking of Crabb, standing semi-paralyzed in the doorway next to his, debating on if leaving the cabin was worth the stress.] Sometimes it helps to have someone go with ya.

No pressure, though. Let's be real, it's a lot nicer in here.
broshaw: (41. hot stuff)

[personal profile] broshaw 2022-12-08 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sharky knows first-hand how squirrelly things get when you're alone too long, and as nice as the cottage is, it's still essentially a very fancy doomsday bunker. Limited space, resources, and very little socialization to go around -- it's the perfect recipe for going lightly nuts.

The stare and comment earn a sort of awkward, bashful grin, as he scrubs the back of his head. He -- really wants to say the same thing. It'd be really easy to do, just, "yeah, me too," and see what happens. He could probably handle it. He'd probably even like it.

But the grin falters and he sorta just. Bobs his head.]


Y-yeah. Um. [Now it's his laugh that's awkward, like admitting a guilty secret.] Not gonna lie, man, I think somethin' got like. Hella broke coming back 'cos I'm. Just. Not... feeling it. With anyone. At all. [That feels terrible to admit. It feels... gross, not being horned up all the time. Which is weird. It should be the other way around, right?] I was literally sitting across from Crichton the hot tub, and I got more sauced over his fuckin' future guns than [mimes out the shapeliest of butts] and it's like. WHAT. The fuck. Is wrong with me.

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