Post by Wepon on Sept 16, 2012 2:34:15 GMT -5
Elias Lorrin. The afternoon had just begun when Elias Lorrin finally pulled himself out of the hotel room bed and into the streets of Shades Run. His plane had landed in the wee hours of the morning, rolling onto the pavement of the runway with a jolt that had quickly roused him from his slumber. He wasn't excited to be in Shades Run; fucking Colorado, the elevation had already made his nose bleed, not to mention the fact that it was so fucking cold - were the people here bears or something? Despite not believing the rumors, it seems that some of the residents actually were bears. Which was weird, he guessed, but what the hell was he going to do about it? Maybe the bears were nice bears. One had waved a giant paw at him when he had met their eye from across the street. And for a moment, the thought had crossed his mind that he wondered if Olwin had any bear friends. For some reason, said thought suddenly dampened his mood, and he found himself thinking that perhaps bears were not so nice at all. He was focused on his task then, to find this Gordon guy his sister had been staying with and ask him about her wherabouts, even though he already knew what had happened. The same thing that had happened to her mother and his stepfather. He was just the only one in the family who would openly admit it, brashly challenging Austin Lorrin's authority with the boldness he declared it with. He didn't want to believe she was dead either, he would've done anything to believe that she was still alive and well, but his father couldn't continue acting as if there was still a chance. Olwin was dead along with Angelina, and there was nothing they could do about it. Or maybe that was just the anger stage talking. Still, Elias found himself before the apartment
come early afternoon, beating a few harsh raps into the wood before waiting, staring listlessly at the door, hoping, praying...
Gordon Freeman was tired. Tired of the thin mountain air, tired of the way Wheatley constantly seemed to be so damn pleased with himself now that his old group was back, tired of how everyone separated into their own little niches and left him alone. With a bullsquid. Like always. It was by chance that he stumbled into the Shades Cavern gift shop, bedraggled and foul-tempered so that a fox anthro employee took notice of his state. Grumbling through the guy's excitable southern drawl, he was hooked up with one of his friends to stay at his apartment until he could get himself sorted. It was with a roll of the eyes that he greeted the knock at the door. The guy he was staying with wasn't home, thank god. He could never stomach anthros, and the fact that he had to pick feathers out of his clothes everyday wasn't helping. Considering letting the door ring, Gordon stood to his feet after a moment's contemplation, before walking over to the door and flinging it open. He did not speak. He had not spoken since the incident. Instead, he stared down at the man with all the interest of a child at school.
Elias Lorrin. Olwin did not open the door with a bright flash of red hair and an even brighter flash of irritation written across her face. There was no sassy, completely irritating 'what do you want?' but some guy she had never mentioned and he had never met. Then again, how could he have? They hadn't spoken in years before she.. He pulled himself out of his thought bubble and returned to Earth. He was acting like his father. "Uh, Hi," he said, staring up at the obviously extremely friendly older man with a blank expression. Elias was like that; he rarely showed much emotion, after the years he had spent on the streets and the months he had spent in rehabilitation. He knew better. "I'm looking for my sister," he said, straightening. Too old to be her boyfriend, he thought (and was thankful for the fact), maybe he was gay or something. Who knew. "Olwin. Is she here, or...?"
Gordon Freeman stared down at the man, lips barely twitching at the mention of his sister. Did this guy have a roommate? He didn't think so. It would probably be another anthro. The likes of which he could not stand. Tilting his head quizically, Gordon did not speak as always. Before Olwin was mentioned. A startled gasp left him, the most noise he'd made in hours. Eyes stretched wide, displaying shock, and eventually, regret. Face crumpled into a frown, head falling before he shook his head somberly in a very concise statement. No.
Elias Lorrin. Elias knew that reaction. He knew regret and he knew no and he knew the feeling of 'how do I tell you where they are?'. He had known it all before. This was no different, he was just on the other end. Still, he frowned, a sympathetic expression falling over his face. "She's dead." He said simply, lowly. "We figured." A pause, a moment for her silence, he supposed. "Do you have any of her things left?"
Gordon Freeman shook his head. Yes. He did. Things he'd gotten from the facility and scavenged from the razed remains of their apartment complex. A hand raised, brushing against a scarf around his neck. Winter clothes, gotten from her in his first year in the City as the months became chillier. He'd worn it often these days, trying to get used to the colder climate of the mountains. Ushering the man inside, he would shut the door behind them had he allowed himself inside.
Elias Lorrin. He followed him inside, vaguely aware that he may be entering a serial killer's home or something but arrogantly believing he could take him if it came down to that. Besides, he had just been talking about his dead sister, he doubted he would be jumped so easily after that. Nor did this guy look like the sort to be involved with the kind of crowd Elias had once been in. "..So, how'd she die?" He said. He already knew, he was merely.. Curious
Gordon Freeman. Silence followed Elias' question. What difference did it make how she'd died? The bottom line was that he'd messed up. Again. Messed up in protecting her and being the hero. The back of Gordon's throat tasted bitter. Snorting derisively, he lead him into the living room. The owner of the household had allowed him a spot to stay in the main room of the apartment. An assortment of things were placed perfectly on the side of the sofa. Clothes, a laptop, a gaudy pink plastic lawn ornament that could be identified as a flamingo, and a few magazines. Gordon gestured to them plainly, face blank.
Elias Lorrin. "..Hey," he said, slightly annoyed. "I asked you a question, man." He knew death and all, but still, he deserved answers. As he was led to the assortment of items, his eyes scanned the few objects, wondering where the rest of it was but assuming it all to have been lost in.. Whatever the drama was in the last city. Some kind of evac. He hadn't looked into it that much, he had just been in pursuit of his sister. "..We used to steal those in high school," he said, eyes falling on the flamingo. "..That one was our neighbor's. Did she ever tell you that story? He cheated on her, so she stole a bunch of shit from their lawn." He smiled faintly. "I still have the gnome somewhere."
come early afternoon, beating a few harsh raps into the wood before waiting, staring listlessly at the door, hoping, praying...
Gordon Freeman was tired. Tired of the thin mountain air, tired of the way Wheatley constantly seemed to be so damn pleased with himself now that his old group was back, tired of how everyone separated into their own little niches and left him alone. With a bullsquid. Like always. It was by chance that he stumbled into the Shades Cavern gift shop, bedraggled and foul-tempered so that a fox anthro employee took notice of his state. Grumbling through the guy's excitable southern drawl, he was hooked up with one of his friends to stay at his apartment until he could get himself sorted. It was with a roll of the eyes that he greeted the knock at the door. The guy he was staying with wasn't home, thank god. He could never stomach anthros, and the fact that he had to pick feathers out of his clothes everyday wasn't helping. Considering letting the door ring, Gordon stood to his feet after a moment's contemplation, before walking over to the door and flinging it open. He did not speak. He had not spoken since the incident. Instead, he stared down at the man with all the interest of a child at school.
Elias Lorrin. Olwin did not open the door with a bright flash of red hair and an even brighter flash of irritation written across her face. There was no sassy, completely irritating 'what do you want?' but some guy she had never mentioned and he had never met. Then again, how could he have? They hadn't spoken in years before she.. He pulled himself out of his thought bubble and returned to Earth. He was acting like his father. "Uh, Hi," he said, staring up at the obviously extremely friendly older man with a blank expression. Elias was like that; he rarely showed much emotion, after the years he had spent on the streets and the months he had spent in rehabilitation. He knew better. "I'm looking for my sister," he said, straightening. Too old to be her boyfriend, he thought (and was thankful for the fact), maybe he was gay or something. Who knew. "Olwin. Is she here, or...?"
Gordon Freeman stared down at the man, lips barely twitching at the mention of his sister. Did this guy have a roommate? He didn't think so. It would probably be another anthro. The likes of which he could not stand. Tilting his head quizically, Gordon did not speak as always. Before Olwin was mentioned. A startled gasp left him, the most noise he'd made in hours. Eyes stretched wide, displaying shock, and eventually, regret. Face crumpled into a frown, head falling before he shook his head somberly in a very concise statement. No.
Elias Lorrin. Elias knew that reaction. He knew regret and he knew no and he knew the feeling of 'how do I tell you where they are?'. He had known it all before. This was no different, he was just on the other end. Still, he frowned, a sympathetic expression falling over his face. "She's dead." He said simply, lowly. "We figured." A pause, a moment for her silence, he supposed. "Do you have any of her things left?"
Gordon Freeman shook his head. Yes. He did. Things he'd gotten from the facility and scavenged from the razed remains of their apartment complex. A hand raised, brushing against a scarf around his neck. Winter clothes, gotten from her in his first year in the City as the months became chillier. He'd worn it often these days, trying to get used to the colder climate of the mountains. Ushering the man inside, he would shut the door behind them had he allowed himself inside.
Elias Lorrin. He followed him inside, vaguely aware that he may be entering a serial killer's home or something but arrogantly believing he could take him if it came down to that. Besides, he had just been talking about his dead sister, he doubted he would be jumped so easily after that. Nor did this guy look like the sort to be involved with the kind of crowd Elias had once been in. "..So, how'd she die?" He said. He already knew, he was merely.. Curious
Gordon Freeman. Silence followed Elias' question. What difference did it make how she'd died? The bottom line was that he'd messed up. Again. Messed up in protecting her and being the hero. The back of Gordon's throat tasted bitter. Snorting derisively, he lead him into the living room. The owner of the household had allowed him a spot to stay in the main room of the apartment. An assortment of things were placed perfectly on the side of the sofa. Clothes, a laptop, a gaudy pink plastic lawn ornament that could be identified as a flamingo, and a few magazines. Gordon gestured to them plainly, face blank.
Elias Lorrin. "..Hey," he said, slightly annoyed. "I asked you a question, man." He knew death and all, but still, he deserved answers. As he was led to the assortment of items, his eyes scanned the few objects, wondering where the rest of it was but assuming it all to have been lost in.. Whatever the drama was in the last city. Some kind of evac. He hadn't looked into it that much, he had just been in pursuit of his sister. "..We used to steal those in high school," he said, eyes falling on the flamingo. "..That one was our neighbor's. Did she ever tell you that story? He cheated on her, so she stole a bunch of shit from their lawn." He smiled faintly. "I still have the gnome somewhere."