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CALEB QUINN. ([personal profile] deathslinger) wrote in [personal profile] curiously 2020-09-20 04:48 pm (UTC)

[ that he even asked almost surprises him too. The survivors stay at the campfire, corralled like cattle between trials, venturing into the fog out of need for supplies or perhaps some lingering hope for escape. He shouldn't need—want—to know anything more beyond that. The same way he doesn't need to heed Zarina's questions and encourage her to keep talking to him.

But he does. And he thinks he realizes why. What he's doing is no different than the frustrated pacing of a prisoner in a cell, trying anything just to get a glimpse of something different. The same restlessness that had caught the attention of Hellshire's warden and led to his "freedom." And hadn't that turned out so well in the end.

It's that memory which makes him delete a much longer answer for a far vaguer one instead. ]


i keep myself busy
aint no shortage of things to do in glenvale if you put your mind to it


[ maintaining and improving the Redeemer, puzzling out the workings of a generator or the exit gates from what he's noticed about them in trials, sketching out designs of inventions shoved aside by thoughts of vengeance. And of course, there's the bar itself. But it hadn't been long after Caleb's arrival that he found out trying to pass the time in a drunken haze doesn't work so well. Not when getting drunk here is difficult enough that it's basically not worth the effort. ]

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