Tom Avery With a loud sigh, Charlie Swan strolled through the small wooded forest area, thankful for at least a little familiarity in this place. The scent of the pine, the scent of the cabins, it gave him a nostalgic feeling. It reminded him of home. Of where home had been. He thought of many afternoons spent with Billy Black and Harry Clearwater just fishing on the pond and grilling up their catch.
He sighed again. Man, he missed it. As he neared the small pond, his brows creased a little. This outing wasn't just about the fishing though, it was more than that. What he really needed was someone to talk to. He really needed to get a load off of his chest. It was Bella, his baby girl. Ever since her boyfriend, Edward, and the rest of the Cullens had disappeared, she hadn't been the same. Her grief was understandable, but the extent of it was worrisome. He didn't really know what to do anymore.
Sitting at his favorite spot, Charlie took out his pole and began setting out the hooks and bait.
"The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out."
Tom walked leisurely along the outskirts of the pond, looking out at the still water. He desperately wished there was something more...realistic out here, like a lake or a beach, but...this was the best they could do, right? He'd just have to take what he could get. It was better than nothing! And, that's exactly why he was excited to go out here today with his neighbor, Charlie Swan. He and the man had grown a little close through the past years, which was nice. He wasn't really sure what he might find, living in the city, but...it wasn't half bad. It could be better, but hey...it was the end of the world. What was 'better'? He was just lucky he wasn't dead.
He finally spied his friend a little ways down, bringing a smile to his face as he sped his pace up a little. Once he reached him, he set the cooler in his hand down on the grass, before stretching out his back. "Hey," he said to the man in a slightly strained voice before relaxing. "Sorry it took me a little while, had to find the good stuff."
He reached to his shoulders, where he'd put his lawn chairs for easy travel, and set them down beside the cooler. "Here ya go," he said to Charlie with a wide smile, sitting down in his own before cracking open the ice chest, taking out two bottles of his homemade beer. He offered one to the man beside him, "You want one? I made it myself. Haven't tried it yet, but look at that. Isn't that just beautiful?" He tilted the bottle so the light could brighten up the liquid inside, the amber color reflecting in all directions. It looked absolutely perfect, he couldn't wait to try it.
Charlie smiled over at Tom, before reaching over to take one of the beers. He also observed the liquid and nodded, "looks like you did a fine job." He popped off the cap and then drank the malty liquid. "Mmm," he said as he lowered it. "That really hits the spot." At least the basics were still around. Fishing, beer, and lazy afternoons spent outside. What more did a man need? "And hey," he reached up then to clap Tom on the shoulder, "don't worry about the wait." He held up the bottle and winked, "worth it."
Last Edit: Sept 11, 2015 5:46:47 GMT by Charlie Swan
"The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out."
Tom smiled at the man's satisfaction before popping the cap off of his own beer, lifting it to take a cooling swig. Oh, yeah...that's perfect. It was so normal. Hanging out with a buddy, fishing, drinking, talking. You could almost forget about the whole 'Apocalypse' thing at a time like this. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said back to the man, lifting his own bottle before setting it in the cup holder of his chair.
Reaching out to take a fishing pole, getting it all set up for the fish down under, he asked, "So, what's on your mind? Was there somethin' you wanted to talk about?"
Charlie took another swig from his beer before standing, "well," he went about setting up the other chair, resting his bottle in the holder as he sat back down and then preparing his rod. "If you're okay with listening to me jabber on." His eyes lowered a little in continued concern. "It's about Bells. I'm worried sick about her."
"The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out."
Niklaus Mikaelson: Heheh. That is quite the title you've concocted for her ;1 But, you're right, and we are all certainly glad you do it, puting this effort into for us. At least it's productive in some way. You could find yourself wasted also. Then where would we be?
Mar 11, 2015 21:18:57 GMT
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Elijah Mikaelson: I would think in a place he would enjoy.
Mar 12, 2015 3:10:09 GMT
Damon Salvatore: True, very true there, stiffy ;1 Don't know about the rest of you, but *I'll* be in a place I enjoy.
Mar 12, 2015 18:58:11 GMT
