Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 23:38:22 GMT -5
Ralse glanced between Raylen and Holly, almost as if he wanted to ask them whether they wanted to kip down here for the night or move on. Once Sean was out of the room, however, he glanced over at the furniture available for them to sleep on. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm cold, wet and tired still." He walked towards the larger of the couches and stepped around it, shifting to sit down in a bare corner. He paused halfway and stood up again, taking a few steps around the area he'd picked out. He shook his head, made his way across the room to the opposite corner and stopped when he heard a slight creak. He grinned in satisfaction, then shrugged off his pack and moved to sit down. "This is my spot. I know we were all allies a few minutes ago, but I just met you... and I ain't crazy," he said, extending his leg and burying his heel in the same spot he'd heard the creaking. He made that creaking sound again for the others to hear. With luck, they'd take the hint and figure that before either of them could reach him, he'd already know they were coming and spring into action.
Of course, it was complete bullshit. William Ralse was as good at sleeping as he was at being white and male; it was just something he was born into. Those that knew him intimately would know that a single creek of floorboard or overcompressed carpeting wouldn't end his self-imposed suspension of consciousness, but since Holly and Raylen didn't know him that well... what the hell?
With his pack serving as a seat, Ralse drew his knees up to his chest, his long-handled fire-axe cradled across his lap. He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing as relaxedly as possible while listening in on what the others might say or do. He was pretty sure Raylen was harmless... but the cooperative(and attractive) Holly was still very much a rogue element.
He was asleep before he could hear them say anything at all.
(exeunt Ralse)
Of course, it was complete bullshit. William Ralse was as good at sleeping as he was at being white and male; it was just something he was born into. Those that knew him intimately would know that a single creek of floorboard or overcompressed carpeting wouldn't end his self-imposed suspension of consciousness, but since Holly and Raylen didn't know him that well... what the hell?
With his pack serving as a seat, Ralse drew his knees up to his chest, his long-handled fire-axe cradled across his lap. He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing as relaxedly as possible while listening in on what the others might say or do. He was pretty sure Raylen was harmless... but the cooperative(and attractive) Holly was still very much a rogue element.
He was asleep before he could hear them say anything at all.
(exeunt Ralse)