It was well into mid-morning before Raylan was able to talk his bones into walking again, under much protest from the rest of his Everything. The long, purposeful stride people knew him for were gone - his feet were stuffed into a pair of ill fitting slippers, heels half out enough to see the bandages that covered them and every step was one carefully taken. A sharp eye would spot the socks hanging out his back pocket as he worked his way, slowly and steadily towards the Gull. All in the name of boots.
But once he and his long limbs had a rest on the porch there, he carefully pulled on his socks, the soles immediately darkening with blood that was ignored as he pulled on his sand swept boots, one at a time. The pain was enough that he had to take another long minute to breathe before he stood back up and headed towards the rest of town.
Closed to Malcolm Chasm + Baneberry Hall
Raylan wanted to go check the Chasm, see what the new day, the storms, the chaos of it all that wasn't on the landscape at all (how convenient, considering how many buildings had been destroyed), but considering everything that had happened, him not being at home, whatever changes he might find in Mathis, he wanted Malcolm next to him for a bit. Call him greedy - he did, often enough.
He'd start at 1306 if he didn't see him along the slow way Raylan made there in the first place, but as soon as he found the man, he started in.
"Malcolm. I'm gonna go for a.. a walk. You wanna come?"
Penhew House - Closed to Doc and Tim
Raylan stood outside Penhew House for several long minutes, hands propped on his hips. This was the first house that was 'on the other side', regardless of the fact that there was no other side anymore. What had prompted the change? After all the bullshit he'd gone through to get over here, one might think that he was happy about it. He wasn't. People were missing, the landscape had changed and Mathis never opened up something without it having something horrible to give them, in the end.
Face schooled into a hard mask of neutrality, Raylan and his very careful steps worked his way up onto the porch. Once up to the door, he found himself almost afraid of what would happen if he touched the handle. Some part of him worried that the Shadow Man would rear up out of no where and kick his ass for daring to come into the house.
"Goddamn bullshit," he swore to himself as he pushed the door open.
Day 63 - Closed threads
But once he and his long limbs had a rest on the porch there, he carefully pulled on his socks, the soles immediately darkening with blood that was ignored as he pulled on his sand swept boots, one at a time. The pain was enough that he had to take another long minute to breathe before he stood back up and headed towards the rest of town.
Closed to Malcolm Chasm + Baneberry Hall
Raylan wanted to go check the Chasm, see what the new day, the storms, the chaos of it all that wasn't on the landscape at all (how convenient, considering how many buildings had been destroyed), but considering everything that had happened, him not being at home, whatever changes he might find in Mathis, he wanted Malcolm next to him for a bit. Call him greedy - he did, often enough.
He'd start at 1306 if he didn't see him along the slow way Raylan made there in the first place, but as soon as he found the man, he started in.
"Malcolm. I'm gonna go for a.. a walk. You wanna come?"
Penhew House - Closed to Doc and Tim
Raylan stood outside Penhew House for several long minutes, hands propped on his hips. This was the first house that was 'on the other side', regardless of the fact that there was no other side anymore. What had prompted the change? After all the bullshit he'd gone through to get over here, one might think that he was happy about it. He wasn't. People were missing, the landscape had changed and Mathis never opened up something without it having something horrible to give them, in the end.
Face schooled into a hard mask of neutrality, Raylan and his very careful steps worked his way up onto the porch. Once up to the door, he found himself almost afraid of what would happen if he touched the handle. Some part of him worried that the Shadow Man would rear up out of no where and kick his ass for daring to come into the house.
"Goddamn bullshit," he swore to himself as he pushed the door open.