Only The Strong Survive

Auberon
"And I'm trying to...?" Auberon presisted, still very confused.

Outlaw 
“Make them worse” she finished. 

Auberon
Auberon gritted his teeth and looked strictly in front of him for a moment, then got up. "I'm going for a walk- alone," he mumbled, then left and went to the ladder, throwing ir down.

Outlaw 
She sighed slightly watching him go. Way to go, idiot. She thought numbly to herself, turning a dull gaze back onto the forest. 

Auberon
Auberon slid down the ladder, toasing it back up and walking out into some random direction. He put his hands in his pockets and stared at the following ground quietly, trying to push down some anger that decided it was time to knock at his door.

Outlaw 
She got up and entered the hut, going to the fridge. She pulled the half drunk bottle of whiskey out, as well as another full bottle, and headed back out onto the deck. 

Charity
Charity watched Outlaw again, although this time more sympathatically than hatefully. She'd overheard their conversation (yes she was evesdropping thats what younger siblings do), and couldn't help but feel sorry for both of them.

Outlaw 
She drank down the rest of the bottle then laid it next to her. It would make good target practice. She then opened the next bottle. 

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Charity
Great... I'm stuck here with a drinking person... Charity gulped and tried not to think too much about it. She'd had encounters with her friends' parents' drinking, and none of them were pleasant. She wished Auberon would come back, though she doubted he'd be much better after that.

Outlaw 
She stared unseeingly into the forest, bottle clenched tightly in her hand, lost in bitter memories. 

Charity
Charity brought her knees to her chest, peeling her eyes away from Outlaw slowly. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had a guitar. She could have practiced a few things she remembered Auberon teaching her on there- she hadn't been able to practice over the school year, and with him being dead she hadn't had the motivation to either. 
She opened her eyes when she realized she had started crying. Squeaking slightly from the shock of it, she shifted uncomfortably and looked out at where Auberon had dissappeared to.

Outlaw 
At the sound of crying she snapped out of her daze and turned her head to look at Charity. “Hey now. Need anything?” She said in a low tone. 

Charity
Charity shook her head. "N-no thanks..." she managed.

Outlaw 
“Alright. Lemme know if you do” she replied. She turned her gaze back forward and took another sip of the whiskey. 

Charity
Charity looked down at the ground momentarily then looked back up at Outlaw. "Are you, uh- gonna go after Auberon?" she asked timidly.

Auberon
Auberon kept on walking, tripping over himself wver so often. He found a random stick and picked it up, fiddling with it in his hands as he walked.

Last edited on 2018-08-14 at 12:25:47 by Rainy Days Stable