[This fucking Fog. Raylan had never had strong feelings towards weather back home; he preferred sunny beaches to anything else but could and did work in all other sorts of conditions but Mathis had taken it and turned it into goddamned competition between the rain and the fog as to which would earn 'Most hated Moisture 2Kwhateverthehellyearitwas'.
Not being one to stay in the house, Raylan had been caught by the fog running in to cover town like it was digging up state secrets. Shit I wish, he thought to himself at the internal analogy - Always knowing to little should have been Mathis's byline. Caught but no longer naïve enough to panic, Raylan started back towards the first open, non-rotted building he could find and hoped it had a phone. At least he'd be able to tell the house where he was.
Down side to fog this thick, you don't see someone until you're nearly on top of them. By the time Raylan saw the man in black, there was no stopping himself being noticed unless the guy was really dense and unaware. It was illogical but something about people who wore capes suggested that unaware was probably not in the cards for luck. There was a sudden gripping fear that Mathis had finally nutted up and manifested the Shadow Man into a more palatable form.
It was enough to make Raylan take half a step back, but that was as far as he'd let it push him. If today was the day he was going to get to hit whatever brought them here, he was going to fucking take it.. Once he was sure and because there was literally nothing else someone like him could do against that. But when the guy turned around, he looked real enough. So did the Others. Raylan kept his eyes narrow, chin lifting in an automatic subtle kind of defiance, hand itching forever and once again for his goddamned gun, and almost glad he didn't have it with that kind of reaction in his lizard brain.]
Lingerin' outside too long tends to take a toll. Air's better inside- [Small testing metaphorical steps; despite his urge, he wasn't trying to jump the gun.]
Ghosts;
Not being one to stay in the house, Raylan had been caught by the fog running in to cover town like it was digging up state secrets. Shit I wish, he thought to himself at the internal analogy - Always knowing to little should have been Mathis's byline. Caught but no longer naïve enough to panic, Raylan started back towards the first open, non-rotted building he could find and hoped it had a phone. At least he'd be able to tell the house where he was.
Down side to fog this thick, you don't see someone until you're nearly on top of them. By the time Raylan saw the man in black, there was no stopping himself being noticed unless the guy was really dense and unaware. It was illogical but something about people who wore capes suggested that unaware was probably not in the cards for luck. There was a sudden gripping fear that Mathis had finally nutted up and manifested the Shadow Man into a more palatable form.
It was enough to make Raylan take half a step back, but that was as far as he'd let it push him. If today was the day he was going to get to hit whatever brought them here, he was going to fucking take it.. Once he was sure and because there was literally nothing else someone like him could do against that. But when the guy turned around, he looked real enough. So did the Others. Raylan kept his eyes narrow, chin lifting in an automatic subtle kind of defiance, hand itching forever and once again for his goddamned gun, and almost glad he didn't have it with that kind of reaction in his lizard brain.]
Lingerin' outside too long tends to take a toll. Air's better inside- [Small testing metaphorical steps; despite his urge, he wasn't trying to jump the gun.]