Lucky. 

That was the one word that Gilles would use to describe himself today, and he knew it well. First there was the sighting of that...[i]thing[/i] that he got on camera. Then there was the giant red eye in the sky which was infinitely cooler than the thing from before, which he had also gotten on camera. (Said giant red eye thing also carried off his glasses, and when they hand landed he found them cracked. However, he tried to look on the positive side.) And he made out what seemed to be some blue and white giant woman with four arms? Not on camera, but the fact he saw that nonetheless was awesome-cool. But nothing, nothing was more lucky than the fact that he was stranded out god-knows where while trying to have tailed the van from earlier, because had he gone back home...Well, he couldn't tell from where he was situated, but it didn't look like a good portion of the town was, well, still there. And if he were back there, perhaps he wouldn't still be, well, here.

With all his equipment now placed into his carrier and said carrier slung over his back, Gilles began to pick up the pace a bit, not wanting to shake the equipment around too much, but not wanting to take his time getting back, either. He needed to check back on the town. They'd be needing some help, and though he wasn't exactly the strongest guy around, he wanted to play his part. Plus, he also needed to make sure his home was alright, because if it wasn't, problems would arise.

Eventually he made it back to town, tired from his trek but still keeping a relatively good pace. Much to his relief it was a non-residentual area that was targeted -thank god- but it was still a pretty messed up sight, and the cracked lenses worn over his eyes had nothing to do with it. His pace slowed down as he took it all it, feeling rather bad that he hadn't been able to help out earlier, though he wasn't sure what he could do. Citizens were already trickling back in, so clearly it was safe enough -not that Gilles would have cared in the least if it were safe or not- but the town was going to need some fixing up for sure.

Unsure of what exactly to do, he scanned the area, trying to find the face of Mayor Coss. Instead, he found what he had been looking for earlier.

The van looked okay enough on the outside, but he could see from the doors which were left wide open that the inside was pretty shaken up. What looked worse, however, was the sight of its driver. Gilles didn't know the man very well, but everytime he saw him, he always seemed so chipper, full of life. It was saddening -eerie, even- to see him like this. He tried his best to not breath in the smoke too much as he approached the other man. He had questions, many questions. But questions would have to wait. Even he, childish as he could be, knew that. Right now, he needed to help out somehow. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Uh..."

[i]Well, whoop-de-friggin' doo, the great Gilles does it again, folks! Socially inept loser by moonlight, still a socially inept loser by daylight, never knows how to do what is right, somebody just shoot him already and do us all a favour, for the love of god. What a joke! This has been 'Gilles Cannot People', everyone! Merci et Abonnez-Toi! [/i]

"...H-Hey. Um. I'm sorry, lemme try that again. I-It's Johnny, right? "[/color] He sat down besides Johnny, making sure to give him enough space as he was, after all, a stranger to most of town. Taking a glance at the beer can by his side as if it were going to jump up and eat him at moment, and then set his eyes on a cracked, purple rock nearby. A few moments of awkward silence passed as he stared at it, picked it up, examined it closer, and then let it drop to the floor again.

[color=7ea7d8]"...You don't look too good, brother .Do you...Is there something I can do for you? Help with the van, maybe?"

[i]Oh my god, what is this idiot doing. Someone shut Gilles up already. Spare us all. [/i]
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