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Reunion - City
Aug. 11th, 2017 02:56 pmThere are some things here stranger than Vasquez can even begin to consider.
The cars, for one, are something to get used to. Not being on anyone's wanted list? That one's very good, though now that means he probably needs to keep himself on the straight and narrow, even though he doesn't love any of the ideas of staying in one place being a law-abiding citizen under anyone's thumb. Lucky for him, it seems like no one here is like the rangers and chingados from home. He can have a life, but that means being responsible and, well...
Even after Rose Creek, there are some fears he's not yet ready to face. What is strange, though, is that when he'd been looking through records to search for his warrant, he'd found a familiar name. He's picked up his things and gone to sit outside the Bramford Building, leaning against the nearest corner while he smokes. He's running low on his own cigarettes and hates the ones from the main store, but there are other sources of tobacco, he just needs to get to them. Still in his original clothes, he keeps his hat low to avoid letting people to see his face, but every once in a while, he peers up when he hears footsteps.
Goodnight Robicheaux and Billy Rocks, but it can't be, can it? They're dead and gone, not here. It has to be someone who's taken their names, their identities, maybe, but Vasquez intends to find out.
The cars, for one, are something to get used to. Not being on anyone's wanted list? That one's very good, though now that means he probably needs to keep himself on the straight and narrow, even though he doesn't love any of the ideas of staying in one place being a law-abiding citizen under anyone's thumb. Lucky for him, it seems like no one here is like the rangers and chingados from home. He can have a life, but that means being responsible and, well...
Even after Rose Creek, there are some fears he's not yet ready to face. What is strange, though, is that when he'd been looking through records to search for his warrant, he'd found a familiar name. He's picked up his things and gone to sit outside the Bramford Building, leaning against the nearest corner while he smokes. He's running low on his own cigarettes and hates the ones from the main store, but there are other sources of tobacco, he just needs to get to them. Still in his original clothes, he keeps his hat low to avoid letting people to see his face, but every once in a while, he peers up when he hears footsteps.
Goodnight Robicheaux and Billy Rocks, but it can't be, can it? They're dead and gone, not here. It has to be someone who's taken their names, their identities, maybe, but Vasquez intends to find out.
