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foster cannot train on his holster ( it was too hostile for such merriment ) so he kept his hands pocketed, hands balled against his thighs as if a final resort to keep them occupied. strange, he's only ever known to bury his violence. he's not quite listening but vasco is talking, voice soft at the edges, picking away at the strap of his holster like a blushing scab. velcro rasping. the sound makes cal's teeth feel loose in his gums.
VASCO SAYS IT FEELS WRONG. THIS IS NOT SOMETHING FOSTER WILL ACKNOWLEDGE.
he's too busy watching his feet move up the gravel โธบ the sort that wedged loosely into the grooved soles of his boots. one foot in front of the next, counting the steps. he's done it before: walked these roads. walked worse ones. listened to men talk their way around how the world works. lying doesn't feel like anything, anymore. it was just a thing foster did. like pulling a trigger, sopping up the mess after.
YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT WHAT IT IS TO BE THE ONE LYING.
because it is his third nature: a man of not-truths. said things he doesn't mean. told lies he wished he could believe. because sometimes lying was cleaner, kept people from looking too close ( lies like: i'll be home soon. lies like: my name is callum foster. ) vasco's still going on about something grotesque.
" it's not about how it feels, "
foster tilts his head up from the ground and draws a long breath, lets the cold sear his throat dry. he considers the lies he's told. the ones he's been told. the way people survived by making things sound better than they were. " it's about what it gets you. "
# INT. vesna night, mid-patrol philosophising. twenty-six past 13:00. WITH @d0gt7gs
spring had not yet come and the land had been stale with it, the absence. of abundance. of unclouded skies. harvest, too. foster had known early on what truance could breed among a society on the fringe. absence was equally a presence ( A LESSON IN HAVE-NOT ) the people of krovograd would learn to make do with. because there was nothing left but to survive. to smile up at the black sky only if to acknowledge that you could. that you were here, by all odds. living had become rightful cause for celebration. and much like spring โธบ could not be promised come morning.
he'd know this yearly flourish as a child, mouth full up of honey cake, brimming with enough sugar to last him the summer. content.
EXCEPT, HE SHOULDN'T REMEMBER. FOSTER DOES NOT ALLOW HIMSELF TO BELONG TO THESE MEMORIES.
there is no child before the man he has become. on paper, his history tracks presently. a man hurdled into existence eight and four quarters of a month before his assignment. callum foster was a stranger to himself, but most begrudgingly, not to the man with whom he walked the square. they'd crossed the length of it twice by the time wafting boredom encroached. there was only so much silence that could be stretched over unwanted company. only so many dead-ended, useless questions foster could bare before โธบ " well, fool me once ... " because of course they've begun to argue the ethics of deceit amid their errand; foster does not ponder it, no fray in the still of his voice. though, a smile prongs. cordial but not to be mistaken. " i'll probably kill you. "
ghosts are not real โธป that one belief sticks to nina like glue and, even if she does not remember if she believed it before or not, she believes it now. or, she tries to believe. there are no spirits that stick around earth for unfinished business, no souls that hang around for longer than they have to; especially in a place like krovograd where, in a matter of a few months, nina could already understand it's a dying city ( whether there is hope or not, it doesn't matter at the end of the day โธป it is a dying breed ).
such a belief is a thin line to walk, especially when the world seems to be on the verge of a turning point: one there is no return from. and it is an hard thing to rely on when there are strangers that bring with them a sense of familiarity that is both welcome and alien to nina. the operative in front of her is one of those hauntings โธป a ghost that reminds nina of the curse that she has been living with. part of her thinks perhaps it was a blessing, her own mind concocting a form of protection that proves hard to get around. and then, she always asks: protecting her from what?
nina narrows her eyes and keeps them trained on the bsaa before her. and then, she lets out a sharp scoff at the words, amused at the choice of white flag waving. "oh, yeah?" eyebrow raises, a defiant ( yet playful ) expression grows. "from all of the one minute we've been in each other's presence? how perceptive." nina shakes her head, takes another sip of the bottle she's been nuring โธป somehow, stolen booze just tastes better.
she continues. "and i am not sulking." a matter of fact. nina motions towards the bonfire, the crowds of people that just want to get through the night, the smell of food that feels all too much. "all of that is just... more than i want to deal with right now." it's a quiet admittance, another sip taken from subpar alcohol. what is she meant to do when every look at the bonfire threatens to send images into her mind that she cannot decipher from wants or memories?
nina eyes him again. she ponders for a few moments before speaking again. "are you going to join or are you just gonna stand there for your... breath of fresh air, was it?"
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"A little lost is all I am."โโA disembodied voice floats out in response,โall perfect diction and crystal-clear enunciation.โIt's evident from accent alone that its owner is not local,โnor are they one that ought to strike fear into the core of one's beingโand when Ani finally steps out from behind the slab,โappearing from the the darkness,โhands lifted up high,โempty palms facing out for him to see that she means no harm.โShe's just an innocent bystander,โsomeone who got a little waylaid at their way to the festivities;โthat's her story,โif asked.โโ[She suspects she will be asked.]
She's done her part to dress for a festival,โat least,โalbeit not one for this region.โIf she were some two thousand kilometres away,โin a country she's never known,โshe would look half-ready to celebrate Trndez,โready to leap over a lit fire and stuff her face with aghandz.โThere's the stark contrast of combat boots peeking out from beneath burgundy trousers,โmuddied hems hiding the golden embroidery so lovingly sewn by her own mother,โall those years ago.
Lost.โIt's not outlandishly far from the truth,โAni reckons.โโ[Aren't we all in this life?]โโBut she knows what he is,โknows what side he stands onโdiametrically opposed they are,โand right now,โshe has the upper hand of knowing who her opponent is.โAll it took was a little eavesdropping,โsome light footwork and sneaking.โNot quick enough,โthough.โStill,โshe thinks she can work with this.
"I suppose it's what I get for wandering around here without an escort."
time:ย around 1900 hours ( 7 PM ). ย ย location:ย outskirts of the festival. status:ย for matheus vasconcelos ( @d0gt7gs )
nina sits on a makeshift bench, away from the bonfire โโ the light still reaches her but the warmth of it is long gone. she simply looks at it, flashes of memories burning within its' flame ( dances she had done before, nights she had spent warming herself by the fire and the alcohol in her hand, faces she feels familiarity towards but nothing else comes ) and she cannot look away.
it all feels like a trainwreck to her: she wants to tear her gaze away, spare herself the headache of trying to remember anything โโ it will come to her when it has to. that's what she tells herself every day that passes and she is no closer to finding answers to questions that plague her so. that's what she tells herself as she takes a swig at a bottle of a drink she managed to swipe from someone that is just having too much fun. that's when she hears footsteps cleaving her much wanted solitude in two.
"the festival is that way." she points towards the bonfire light opposite of where she sits, eyeing the other's outfit top to bottom. "i'm sure you're capable of finding your way back." it's not the bsaa that she minds ( not yet ) โโ it's the company.
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