[ there's a sum zero of anything about their current predicament that keith is fond of. from the fog so thick that he can barely see what's in front of him to the oppressive red glow from the lighthouse, keith's nerves are on high alert. adding to an already tense situation is the fact that keith apparently can't figure out where the fuck he's going.
he'd thought walking this way would mean getting back to his cube from the commissary, but somehow he's managed to miss every indication to turn left at the housing and has instead marched right past the barbed wire fence he'd cut through ages ago to end up in the cemetery. annoyed, tense and hyper vigilant, keith has his knife drawn ready to jam the pointy end right at anything that might be a threat that emerges through the roiling fog.
what he hears is a threat alright, but not the kind he was expecting.
a familiar voice from one of his old nightmares echoes in the distance, making keith freeze in place. ]
Hello?
[ the call is tentative as he starts walking towards the familiar voice. fuck, this whole set up has the fishy smell of being a d-grade horror movie trap, but how is he not supposed to investigate? but disoriented as keith is, it's not as though he gets a real say in where he's going. he takes three steps towards the sound, feels more lost than ever and then practically jumps when he all but stumbles into griffin, only narrowly avoiding an actual collision. ]
What are you doing here? Where's the lad....
[ the question dies in his mouth as keith looks a little further ahead at the face of their former junior high teacher. ]
You're late, Keith. You'll last a week at the Garrison with this kind of disrespectful behavior. Unlike James. A model student, our James is. Such a special class we have today ..
[ too bewildered to be offended, keith looks to griffin. ]
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he'd thought walking this way would mean getting back to his cube from the commissary, but somehow he's managed to miss every indication to turn left at the housing and has instead marched right past the barbed wire fence he'd cut through ages ago to end up in the cemetery. annoyed, tense and hyper vigilant, keith has his knife drawn ready to jam the pointy end right at anything that might be a threat that emerges through the roiling fog.
what he hears is a threat alright, but not the kind he was expecting.
a familiar voice from one of his old nightmares echoes in the distance, making keith freeze in place. ]
Hello?
[ the call is tentative as he starts walking towards the familiar voice. fuck, this whole set up has the fishy smell of being a d-grade horror movie trap, but how is he not supposed to investigate? but disoriented as keith is, it's not as though he gets a real say in where he's going. he takes three steps towards the sound, feels more lost than ever and then practically jumps when he all but stumbles into griffin, only narrowly avoiding an actual collision. ]
What are you doing here? Where's the lad....
[ the question dies in his mouth as keith looks a little further ahead at the face of their former junior high teacher. ]
You're late, Keith. You'll last a week at the Garrison with this kind of disrespectful behavior. Unlike James. A model student, our James is. Such a special class we have today ..
[ too bewildered to be offended, keith looks to griffin. ]
The hell did you do?