"What do you now?" Aaron repeated after his temporary roommate. "It sounds like you're making your way out to L.A. with nothing but your suitcase."
Which was fair; after all, it's what he was doing as well.
"I'd be critical of your choice to leave your problems behind, but to be honest that's exactly what I'm doing, right now."
It was almost a bitter irony that, out of all the people in the world, he was paired with someone that seemed to mirror himself.
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"Sure" Aaron said to the lady holding the coffee. Maybe it would help to clear the remaining junk in his system...
The attendant put down Aaron's coffee and Aaron quickly tried a swig, then looked back up.
"Alright," He said to Anne. "I'll give you that the world can be pretty shitty sometimes. But, that's just a part of it, ya know? Books have moments where the characters deal with some pretty shitty stuff too. You can't make a good book in which everyone has a great time all the time, I would think."
Aaron took another drink of his coffee. "Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad. Even when your just sitting on a train."
The attendant put down Aaron's coffee and Aaron quickly tried a swig, then looked back up.
"Alright," He said to Anne. "I'll give you that the world can be pretty shitty sometimes. But, that's just a part of it, ya know? Books have moments where the characters deal with some pretty shitty stuff too. You can't make a good book in which everyone has a great time all the time, I would think."
Aaron took another drink of his coffee. "Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad. Even when your just sitting on a train."
Rick watched as everyone filed in, following after him. He hated them. Gazing around he noticed that the girl that had declared herself as Iyana was the only marginally sane one out of the group. Getting up, he sat at her table--taking his drink with him.
"Hey, so am I the only one that thinks this is insane?" Rick asked. He was hoping that maybe one of the other guys around would stop acting like a damn psychopath and come over to have a legitimate conversation. I mean, sure, Iyana seemed horny, but still...sane. Maybe if Rick slapped Rick enough he could get a coherent sentence out of him, too. God forbid the robot or the nose got near him.
"Hey, so am I the only one that thinks this is insane?" Rick asked. He was hoping that maybe one of the other guys around would stop acting like a damn psychopath and come over to have a legitimate conversation. I mean, sure, Iyana seemed horny, but still...sane. Maybe if Rick slapped Rick enough he could get a coherent sentence out of him, too. God forbid the robot or the nose got near him.
Rick just stood in place; utterly in shock at the absolutely insane show of complete psychotic behavior demonstrated by absolutely everyone present except for himself.
"Well, I've had about enough crazy for a few years." Rick said, and left the scene entirely.
Rick walked down the street and into the bed and breakfast. Behind the counter was, of course, a big old hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. This now didn't surprise the massive man in the slightest.
"I need a room." Rick said in a gruff voice.
The hermaphrodite spoke in a weird tone and only in lyrics from Beatles songs. "It's been a hard day's night." He/She said. "And I've been working like a dog."
Rick shrugged. "Uh--interesting--so about that room...."
The hermaphrodite smiled. "Sargent Pepper's Lonely!" He/She screamed, and pointed it's finger to a man in a sergeant's outfit.
Rick looked back at the hideous creature. "So, uh, if I sit over there and talk to Sergeant Pepper, you'll let me have a room?"
"I say, go go go!" The hermaphrodite screamed as it handed Rick a ticket. Rick shrugged and sat in the lobby with Sergeant Pepper. Soon, however, the Sergeant had looked out the window at the people Rick had met earlier, and was so disturbed he blew his brains out with a revolver, right there.
"Bloody Hell!" Rick screamed at the explosion. Next to him, the recently-deceased Pepper now slouched in his chair with only half his face left. Blood was all over the walls. Rick got a waiter to bring him the strongest beverage they had and started drinking.
"What the hell is wrong with this town?" He asked himself. Sergeant Pepper's body slammed down onto the table.
"Well, I've had about enough crazy for a few years." Rick said, and left the scene entirely.
Rick walked down the street and into the bed and breakfast. Behind the counter was, of course, a big old hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. This now didn't surprise the massive man in the slightest.
"I need a room." Rick said in a gruff voice.
The hermaphrodite spoke in a weird tone and only in lyrics from Beatles songs. "It's been a hard day's night." He/She said. "And I've been working like a dog."
Rick shrugged. "Uh--interesting--so about that room...."
The hermaphrodite smiled. "Sargent Pepper's Lonely!" He/She screamed, and pointed it's finger to a man in a sergeant's outfit.
Rick looked back at the hideous creature. "So, uh, if I sit over there and talk to Sergeant Pepper, you'll let me have a room?"
"I say, go go go!" The hermaphrodite screamed as it handed Rick a ticket. Rick shrugged and sat in the lobby with Sergeant Pepper. Soon, however, the Sergeant had looked out the window at the people Rick had met earlier, and was so disturbed he blew his brains out with a revolver, right there.
"Bloody Hell!" Rick screamed at the explosion. Next to him, the recently-deceased Pepper now slouched in his chair with only half his face left. Blood was all over the walls. Rick got a waiter to bring him the strongest beverage they had and started drinking.
"What the hell is wrong with this town?" He asked himself. Sergeant Pepper's body slammed down onto the table.
"That's fine then," He said to the girl, who had introduced herself as Iyana; who seemed quite happy for someone in the friggin' apocalypse. Oh well, some people are cheerful enough to be content. Others, like Rick, survived.
Rick looked around, quite confused at the unfolding events in front of him. Many people--most of them crazy--all introducing themselves as gods or madman.
Rick looked to Hinge and tried very hard to address him as a man that was not insane.
"Hinge, you don't know about Korea? That's sort of the reason we're all in this mess..."
'And probably how you think you're a god of some kind, you damn old freak.' Rick thought to himself.
"Anyways, I was just looking for shelter and food. Hopefully someone around here has an inn?" Rick said, as he silently hoped he could get a room as far away from the crazy ones as possible; specifically Hinge and Terry.
Rick looked around, quite confused at the unfolding events in front of him. Many people--most of them crazy--all introducing themselves as gods or madman.
Rick looked to Hinge and tried very hard to address him as a man that was not insane.
"Hinge, you don't know about Korea? That's sort of the reason we're all in this mess..."
'And probably how you think you're a god of some kind, you damn old freak.' Rick thought to himself.
"Anyways, I was just looking for shelter and food. Hopefully someone around here has an inn?" Rick said, as he silently hoped he could get a room as far away from the crazy ones as possible; specifically Hinge and Terry.
"I don't normally drink," Aaron said quietly. "But thanks."
Actually, he never drank, under any normal circumstances....
Aaron sat up in his seat.
"You know," Aaron said as he drink some water from a bottle he had carried with him. "You keep yourself locked up in that book of yours a lot."
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Aaron was just tired of being blown off. He couldn't try to move on from what had happened to him if all he could do was think.
"Try out the real world sometime. It can be fun."
Actually, he never drank, under any normal circumstances....
Aaron sat up in his seat.
"You know," Aaron said as he drink some water from a bottle he had carried with him. "You keep yourself locked up in that book of yours a lot."
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Aaron was just tired of being blown off. He couldn't try to move on from what had happened to him if all he could do was think.
"Try out the real world sometime. It can be fun."
Rick dropped the "man" now to the floor as the older gentleman approached him. His age suggested wise counsel and power; a person capable of great acts of valor and integrity. Perhaps this was what Rick had been looking for; someone willing to make sense of this world. Perhaps, willing to journey to Scotland--find his old friends. Perhaps the old man knew of other worthy travelers milling about the village.
"I am Hinge, the human incarnate of the god Leul..." The old man rambled on.
'Well...' Rick thought, 'I don't think I've been this wrong in a while. Perhaps this Terry character was more sane than I had pinned him for.'
"Well," Rick stuttered. He was almost surprised to find this much stupid in one location. "I'm Rick."
Rick gazed over to the woman, who had just walked into the area. She seemed as confused now as he was.
"I was hoping," He said to both Hinge the total psychopath as well as the newer woman "Someone could show me around the village."
Rick's hair-trigger had been reset based on the fact that almost everyone here was out of their freaking minds.
"I am Hinge, the human incarnate of the god Leul..." The old man rambled on.
'Well...' Rick thought, 'I don't think I've been this wrong in a while. Perhaps this Terry character was more sane than I had pinned him for.'
"Well," Rick stuttered. He was almost surprised to find this much stupid in one location. "I'm Rick."
Rick gazed over to the woman, who had just walked into the area. She seemed as confused now as he was.
"I was hoping," He said to both Hinge the total psychopath as well as the newer woman "Someone could show me around the village."
Rick's hair-trigger had been reset based on the fact that almost everyone here was out of their freaking minds.
Rick's slow stalk against the mentally handicapped man came to a stop--as said man in front of him seem to completely let go of his last grasp on the human condition and begin to beat a decent meal against the ground.
As typically expected of a man in Rick's situation, he couldn't figure out what in God's name was happening in front of him.
Rick closed the gap in between to two strangers and grabbed the stupid man with his left hand; picking him up and holding the man up with his pulsing muscular arm, ala Darth Vader-style.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU STUPID DEGENERATE EXCUSE FOR A FUNCTIONAL CREATURE?!" Rick literally screamed at the top of his lungs into the insane man's face; spitting fresh doe blood onto the man as well.
Rick had half a mind to rip the man's head off where he stood.
As typically expected of a man in Rick's situation, he couldn't figure out what in God's name was happening in front of him.
Rick closed the gap in between to two strangers and grabbed the stupid man with his left hand; picking him up and holding the man up with his pulsing muscular arm, ala Darth Vader-style.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU STUPID DEGENERATE EXCUSE FOR A FUNCTIONAL CREATURE?!" Rick literally screamed at the top of his lungs into the insane man's face; spitting fresh doe blood onto the man as well.
Rick had half a mind to rip the man's head off where he stood.
Aaron drifted in and out of sleep for quite some time; his vision endlessly blurred between the moving countryside and the haunting nightmares in his head. Finally, after what had felt like hours, Aaron's eyes slid fully open.
He glanced around, looking for reality. Had it been hours, or minutes?
In front of his was Anne; once more reading, on her kindle. She was slouched in a similar manner to him; propped in the same position as well.
Aaron's headache had subsided and his hangover had left him completely sober--back to reality, indeed.
Looking out the window, Aaron assumed it was around lunchtime. "Some dream..." He mumbled. He remained slouched over, and stared down at his chest.
He glanced around, looking for reality. Had it been hours, or minutes?
In front of his was Anne; once more reading, on her kindle. She was slouched in a similar manner to him; propped in the same position as well.
Aaron's headache had subsided and his hangover had left him completely sober--back to reality, indeed.
Looking out the window, Aaron assumed it was around lunchtime. "Some dream..." He mumbled. He remained slouched over, and stared down at his chest.
Rick awakened to a throbbing sensation against his left ear and a slight tingling sensation against his upper inner thigh. He wondered why, but before he could answer his own seemingly rhetorical question, he saw a small, cute doe; just frolicking through the meadow that Rick had fallen asleep to. It was a pleasant and wondrous sight; a simple innocence protected in the sea of damnation. Rick gazed upon the majestic creature not three feet away from his for just a moment--just to embrace his inner humanity.
The then proceeded to grab the doe's filthy leg and smash his face in with a rock.
The kill was fresh today.
After enjoying the taste of raw deer, Rick walked over to the edge of the meadow, and found that a sign had been erected not far from here. He made his way over; careful to float over the sewage drain nearby.
The sign read as this:
Towncastershire
Population: 208 190 164
Rick, gazing ahead to the town in question, as well as noting the oddly-shaped man heading into town both covered in sewage, torn jacket, and squirrel blood, and looked back at the sign. Using a small, focused beam of lightning from his fingertips, Rick carved a slash through the 164 and carved, a 166 in it's place. Although, he considered changing it to a 165 because the poor fellow in front of him looked like he would embrace the icy hand of death as a favor.
Rick marched onward; cuddly doe blood smeared from his mouth and down his neck--as well as on his hands.
The then proceeded to grab the doe's filthy leg and smash his face in with a rock.
The kill was fresh today.
After enjoying the taste of raw deer, Rick walked over to the edge of the meadow, and found that a sign had been erected not far from here. He made his way over; careful to float over the sewage drain nearby.
The sign read as this:
Population: 208 190 164
Rick, gazing ahead to the town in question, as well as noting the oddly-shaped man heading into town both covered in sewage, torn jacket, and squirrel blood, and looked back at the sign. Using a small, focused beam of lightning from his fingertips, Rick carved a slash through the 164 and carved, a 166 in it's place. Although, he considered changing it to a 165 because the poor fellow in front of him looked like he would embrace the icy hand of death as a favor.
Rick marched onward; cuddly doe blood smeared from his mouth and down his neck--as well as on his hands.
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