When the first newspaper comes off his printing press, Gerry grabs it to read it while running the next one, and squints at the article on the front page.
God, what kind of Buried bullshit is this? If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was a meme.
He puts the dirt where it's meant to go. No sense playing dumb. But the paranoia of a potential break-in sets off his Eye senses something fierce, and he ends up unable to sleep. And when you stay up half the night from restlessness, it's not hard to accidentally end up seeing the home intruder you were expecting. And Gerry can hardly be blamed if he, for example, hypothetically screamed and tried to chest kick the guy.
The question is, will you find Gerry thrashing and kicking as he's dragged through the streets by an invincible dirt cowboy, or will you find him planted like a spudding potato, up to his shoulders in bits of dry soil?
-Time For Crab-
Ah shit, here we go again.
It occurs to Gerry, as he grips his lighter tightly in his pocket, that it was around this time last year that he first arrived at the island. The newspaper wasn't kidding, this definitely isn't as bad as last year, but still. He already woke up to a crab that had broken into his print shop and tried to make off with his whole box of thick book binding needles.
So now, as Gerry sits on the pier and tries to enjoy a peaceful morning cigarette, he's so focused on clutching his lighter that he doesn't realize that a crab has already gotten into his pocket and dumped his cigarettes all over the dock. In the wake of its own chaos, the crab is sitting next to him holding an unlit cigarette as if to smoke it, staring off into the same patch of distance as Gerry.
-We All Scream- [ For existing CR! ]
Gerry chuckles and shakes his head at the menu of the Gourd en Glace. This has Cecil Palmer's influence written all over it. Hands in his pockets, he scans the menu for something that sounds like it might be palatable as he awaits the arrival whoever agreed to hang out with him here today.
Gerry Keay | TMA | 36 | Existing character
When the first newspaper comes off his printing press, Gerry grabs it to read it while running the next one, and squints at the article on the front page.
God, what kind of Buried bullshit is this? If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was a meme.
He puts the dirt where it's meant to go. No sense playing dumb. But the paranoia of a potential break-in sets off his Eye senses something fierce, and he ends up unable to sleep. And when you stay up half the night from restlessness, it's not hard to accidentally end up seeing the home intruder you were expecting. And Gerry can hardly be blamed if he, for example, hypothetically screamed and tried to chest kick the guy.
The question is, will you find Gerry thrashing and kicking as he's dragged through the streets by an invincible dirt cowboy, or will you find him planted like a spudding potato, up to his shoulders in bits of dry soil?
-Time For Crab-
Ah shit, here we go again.
It occurs to Gerry, as he grips his lighter tightly in his pocket, that it was around this time last year that he first arrived at the island. The newspaper wasn't kidding, this definitely isn't as bad as last year, but still. He already woke up to a crab that had broken into his print shop and tried to make off with his whole box of thick book binding needles.
So now, as Gerry sits on the pier and tries to enjoy a peaceful morning cigarette, he's so focused on clutching his lighter that he doesn't realize that a crab has already gotten into his pocket and dumped his cigarettes all over the dock. In the wake of its own chaos, the crab is sitting next to him holding an unlit cigarette as if to smoke it, staring off into the same patch of distance as Gerry.
-We All Scream-
[ For existing CR! ]
Gerry chuckles and shakes his head at the menu of the Gourd en Glace. This has Cecil Palmer's influence written all over it. Hands in his pockets, he scans the menu for something that sounds like it might be palatable as he awaits the arrival whoever agreed to hang out with him here today.