Raylan had had his best manners on display, not that too many people thought too much of said manners, but down here, under the earth and stressed thin, he didn't have the patience to keep it up. He wasn't a kind man, he wasn't an easy man; it was mask. An effort to be something better than he was. An ideal he didn't get to quite meet at home.
Keeping his light pointed up, Raylan only paused at the hatch he knew to be 1306's with a rough scrap of Doc's sharpened knife on the stone to mark the hatch up with a scribbled 1306 under an arrow pointing up.
"We'll go towards the Town hall. The tunnels might not match the streets but we know what direction we're going in. Limited number of turns; we can make our way back. This is still the best spot for us to be found; where we vanished. Let's hope our New Yorkers find my hat. Hope you didn't kick that shit under a couch otherwise we're screwed."
There was no waiting as Raylan strode with all seven miles of his legs back up the way they'd gone originally, pausing a moment once he was in the new hallway to scrape a new arrow along the wall, pointing back towards 1306.
He'd turned back because Doc was panicking. Because Doc had wanted too. Now? Now Raylan was moving at his own pace, like a racing, furious river that would peter out into a babbling stream at some point.
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Raylan had had his best manners on display, not that too many people thought too much of said manners, but down here, under the earth and stressed thin, he didn't have the patience to keep it up. He wasn't a kind man, he wasn't an easy man; it was mask. An effort to be something better than he was. An ideal he didn't get to quite meet at home.
Keeping his light pointed up, Raylan only paused at the hatch he knew to be 1306's with a rough scrap of Doc's sharpened knife on the stone to mark the hatch up with a scribbled 1306 under an arrow pointing up.
"We'll go towards the Town hall. The tunnels might not match the streets but we know what direction we're going in. Limited number of turns; we can make our way back. This is still the best spot for us to be found; where we vanished. Let's hope our New Yorkers find my hat. Hope you didn't kick that shit under a couch otherwise we're screwed."
There was no waiting as Raylan strode with all seven miles of his legs back up the way they'd gone originally, pausing a moment once he was in the new hallway to scrape a new arrow along the wall, pointing back towards 1306.
He'd turned back because Doc was panicking. Because Doc had wanted too. Now? Now Raylan was moving at his own pace, like a racing, furious river that would peter out into a babbling stream at some point.