Post by thelori24 on Dec 27, 2016 4:43:57 GMT
= New York City =
In the last months since being free of the Outback, Sam hadn't lost much time in going out and seeing all he'd missed in the world in the last decades of his life. He'd gotten smashed with Jamie in New Orleans, taken Skitter out to see various things that caught her attention, and set her up to be properly cared for by those at Overwatch, spent time in Asia and Europe and had met a hell of an interesting and fun woman in Mexico. He'd lived a lot in the last handful of months.
But all good things came to an end, sometimes sooner rather than later. First had come the tired spells, the black out periods. Nose bleeds, he'd been sick, started dropping weight, the once well build, strong man had rapidly started to look gaunt and haggard. The Outback was a shitty place, riddled with radiation, no one came out of it unscathed. Not even him.
He'd stopped contacting his friends, at least he felt better knowing that Jamie and Skitter were in good hands, he'd worried what would happen to them after he was gone, now he knew they would be taken care of, looked after, whenever this specter that chased them all caught up to those damn poor kids too. He hated to think about it. And he'd gotten to get out, have a little fun before it all fell apart.
No one paid too much attention to the man wrapped in a heavy coat as he walked slowly down the New York city street, steps slowing to a little bit of a stagger before he grabbed a railing, dropping down to sit on the front steps of an apartment building. He leaned his head against the railing, watching the line of cars passing down the street, even at this hour. This place never slowed down, there was a weird comfort in it, after living in a place where quiet was spent in tense anticipation of when the next horrible thing would happen. He just needed to rest a little, then he'd keep going.
In the last months since being free of the Outback, Sam hadn't lost much time in going out and seeing all he'd missed in the world in the last decades of his life. He'd gotten smashed with Jamie in New Orleans, taken Skitter out to see various things that caught her attention, and set her up to be properly cared for by those at Overwatch, spent time in Asia and Europe and had met a hell of an interesting and fun woman in Mexico. He'd lived a lot in the last handful of months.
But all good things came to an end, sometimes sooner rather than later. First had come the tired spells, the black out periods. Nose bleeds, he'd been sick, started dropping weight, the once well build, strong man had rapidly started to look gaunt and haggard. The Outback was a shitty place, riddled with radiation, no one came out of it unscathed. Not even him.
He'd stopped contacting his friends, at least he felt better knowing that Jamie and Skitter were in good hands, he'd worried what would happen to them after he was gone, now he knew they would be taken care of, looked after, whenever this specter that chased them all caught up to those damn poor kids too. He hated to think about it. And he'd gotten to get out, have a little fun before it all fell apart.
No one paid too much attention to the man wrapped in a heavy coat as he walked slowly down the New York city street, steps slowing to a little bit of a stagger before he grabbed a railing, dropping down to sit on the front steps of an apartment building. He leaned his head against the railing, watching the line of cars passing down the street, even at this hour. This place never slowed down, there was a weird comfort in it, after living in a place where quiet was spent in tense anticipation of when the next horrible thing would happen. He just needed to rest a little, then he'd keep going.
