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Christopher Hitchcock ➟ Everworld

[smartassing]

[sororicidium]

IF THIS IS VAGUE THATS BECAUSE I STILL HAVENT REREAD IT ALL 8T OOPS

[smartassing]

[ Moments like this, when everything isn't at Defcon Five and Mack "Everything Is Batshit It Feels Like We'd Have Better Luck Running Around With Our Hair On Fire", are rare. Incredibly so. Even more so rare when those moments aren't spent thinking of all the things you've lost. All the things you might lose. Maybe Christopher doesn't shout it every five seconds, and maybe he's so busy being a sarcastic twat about what bullshit staying in this literal hell hole is when they might be completely locking themselves out of their old lives, but there's a sorrow there he can't really reconcile with. It's hard, when you found people to care about on this side too.

One thing he can say that's definite, though, is that the sky here? Is beautiful.

He's stretched out on the grass at wherever they've stopped to camp out this time. The Gaelic people have those awesome, so so green fields you see in postcards from Ireland and Scotland, and without the polution and crap pumped into the air at home, the blue seems almost unreal. There's a sword tossed haphazardly to the side that Christopher doesn't want to think about, but knows the necessity of. He's been carrying it with the same kind of constance that he'd have with his cellphone back home. He misses being that kid. He missed not having to worry about being hunted. Not having to worry about hunting those hunters back. You can't be on the defensive all the time, he knows that, but this isn't his life - somehow he can still convince himself of that sometimes. That this isn't really his life. Not yet. That he's still just a high school kid, not someone forced to be a warrior, someone who knows what violence, what death feels like. And he knows, inside, that it's still bullshit. But for the moment, escapism is a skill he's still capable of it. So he's going to enjoy it for as long as he can.

And also stick a leg out in front of April when she walks by towards the camp.

Oops. ]

Don't trip.

ONE, IT'S COOL. TWO, REREAD FASTER.

[sororicidium]

[April doesn't know where her mind is at. Not here, in the present. It's so rare that they have a moment to breathe that she honestly just... doesn't know what to think or what to do with herself. So she's walking. Keeping the blood flowing, singing Rent in her head over and over again. Five, six times now.

It's the only thing that can keep her calm and sane sometimes.

So she definitely doesn't see Christopher on the ground when she finally heads back into camp for the third time on her loop. And she doesn't see his leg. And she barely registers his words before her shoes get caught under his leg. She hits the ground hard and with a hiss, snapping her head in his direction and baring her teeth.] Christopher Hitchcock!

[April is normally not a violent person. Not one to rise to the occasion. But Everworld changes things about people. She's dirty and tired and hungry and sometimes has no idea how to handle the changes about her. But she's on her feet in an instant, her knee pressing into Christopher's chest.] What is your problem?

[smartassing]

[ fjdsklfa woah shit she actually fell. He was expecting her to notice it first! Apparently April had been spaced out and okay now maybe he feels a little bit bad for that. He's instantly trying to scramble back because SHIT SHIT SHIT HE AWOKE THE DEMON. But there's a knee in his chest and he's whining and pushing his hands at it. ]

Seriously? How did you not see that coming?!

[sororicidium]

I don't know, maybe I had thought you'd matured enough to not go around tripping people. You're such an ass, Christopher. [Her knee still on his chest, she punches him in the shoulder.

It's probably not that effective - she really doesn't know how to throw punches all that well - but the idea behind it is still the same.

Christopher is a huge jackass.] Why don't you go and be more useful?