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— when he arrived at flintlock, he had only heard very little about the village. here, it seemed like that was all that the flintlockers were working on. people were quick to revamp the place and ready it for the summer tourist season, for people wanting to leave the summer heat for a snowy getaway. a quick trip down from the lodge was enough to have richard feel almost in awe that this sort of place still existed. stores were open, little cafes, a bar, a hotel meant for overnight stays. it was all so interesting.
heading outside of the cafe with a cup of black coffee, he settled for leaning against the building, one hand in his coat pocket. he absently sipped at his coffee as he watched people move past with their summer preparations. so this was going to be his new normal for a while. he contemplated that for a moment, observing as a few others passed by and they offered friendly smiles his way as they rushed along. his lips twitched briefly. guess this wasn’t the worst place to be.
// another short and chill thread
it's not good but
idek okay
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It was pretty impressive, Tommy had to admit. It almost felt like his childhood before the shit-show of a blackout created mass panic and destruction within societies. Instead, this all felt normal. Like what life was supposed to be like.
That was weird to imagine.
Holding onto the reins of a draft horse pulling a full wagon, Tommy wandered down the village street as he urged the horse on. The horse better start getting used to it; in a month he would probably start having to transport people to and from the lodge and village frequently. But, for now, the horse would simply work at transporting raw materials for renovations across the town. Gaze landed on a man stood with a cup of coffee - hey, wasn’t this the new guy? ❝ Woah now, steady on, yeh- ❞ Tommy grumbled as he slowed the horse to a halt nearby, instead wagging his finger towards Richard. ❝ You got the right idea, ‘ey? A nice warm cuppa on a day like this. ❞ He rambled, nodding his head up towards the gloomy sky.
❝ Y’know, there was a time not so long ago where that cafe ain’t even had a working door to get in and out. Totally barricaded by a plank of wood. Now, I can get myself a warm drink anywhere on this mountain. I wonder if this was what capitalism felt like... Huh. ❞ He shifted his weight, shoulders dropping as he looked around. Did Tommy even know what he was saying half of the time? It was debatable. With a frowning face, Tom gestured towards Richard before he asked bluntly, ❝ What’s your name again? Richard something or other, yeah? ❞ He paused for a second before introducing himself, ❝ I’m Tommy. Eddie’s brother. People say they can see the resemblance but - eh - I ain’t too sure, honestly. ❞
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I'M BURNING BRIDGES, I DESTROY THE MIRAGE
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WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》
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— sipping at his coffee, his eyes raised from the cup to look towards a man pulling into the village with a horse and wagon. eyes watched curiously as the man slowed the horse to stop. the man pointed his finger towards richard. he simply raised his brows to show that he was listening to the grumbling newcomer. “you got the right idea, ‘ey? a nice warm cuppa on a day like this.” this guy didn’t seem like the worst company to have. he pushed himself off of the wall, taking a few steps closer. he was about ready to open his mouth and say something-- though he barely had the time to open his mouth before the man kept rambling on.
he was the kind of person richard could only stare at as he rattled on, lips parted in subtle disbelief. “i wonder if this was what capitalism felt like…” richard blinked, watching the man look around the village. ”huh.” this man was something else. he felt floored, uncertain what to say - or if he was even supposed to say anything at all. “yeah,” he hummed in agreement(?). his gaze swiveled around the village street. “you must’ve lived up here a while.” he didn’t know what other observation to make. people often made small conversation easy to reply to, something he could politely nod along to and agree with. this man seemed like he could carry a conversation with himself. at least that was- respectable, to say the least.
the man asked his name, at least seeming to remember it was richard something or other. he took the second pause to quickly insert, “banner, yeah.” he watched the man and listened attentively. “i’m tommy. eddie’s brother. people say they can see the resemblance but - eh - i ain’t too sure, honestly.” no kidding? how could two opposites be so closely related? rich didn’t think he’d ever see the similarities between them if he tried. clearing his throat, he brought the cup close to his mouth. “i wouldn’t have guessed.” perhaps more because of the personalities, rather than the resemblance. he took a few steps closer, investigating the items on the wagon.
“what do you do around here, tommy? transport?” as odd as this tommy character seemed, there was something about him that was gravitational. perhaps it was rich’s own curiosity about a man who was quite unlike most characters he’d ran into. richard knew to keep his own distance from others - he didn't plan to stick around for too long; having people to say goodbye to never made things easier - but he couldn't keep his curiosity and sanity at bay without occasional conversation.
