Paul Smecker actually hits up the Sanctuary with some regularity, at least when the weather's not being a bitch and a half. There's the pool there, for one thing, and exercise bikes, and the snow means he doesn't want to run outside so there's treadmills.
The snow's getting heavier, he notices on his way to the Sanctuary the day after Azkadellia and Josef's disappearance is noted. Maybe he won't bother with the exercising for the next week if this keeps up, Christ.
In through the front doors, ignoring the zombies because while Paul is no fonder of zombies than he is vampires (maybe less so, the zombies DID actually kill him after all-- but then again, they didn't do it wearing the face of someone he trusted, and they've never told him he should be happy he's not being regularly eaten either), Paul's attitude towards this shit is fuck if I'll let it keep me from doing what the fuck I want to, which has been his attitude towards pretty much everything in his life.
He does keep his gun with him every time he goes through the Sanctuary, though.
He's nearly to the elevators when a flash of color catches his eye. He stops, pivots, tense-- but no, it's not blood or a brightly-colored dinosaur, it's....
...flowers?
Taking the long way across the lobby to avoid the caged zombies, Paul heads over to them, dropping down to scrutinize the... shrine.
His first instinct is Glitch or Wyatt, of course-- the other Ozzies, the two closest to Az, although as far as he knew neither of them had known Kostan that well. But no. Wyatt's got his tree, which he's pretty sure Glitch might use too, their little memento mori ritual straight from the Outer Zone.
Flowers and placards and pedestals strike him as an Earth thing. Maybe.
Paul studies the little cards wordlessly for a while. He thinks about Az, AK-47, Arizona, all his stupid names for her. Thinks about the most awkward family dinner ever. All of it rendered so much memory because the guys running the show think it's funny to pull them out like lobsters from a tank.
Finally he takes a pen from his pocket (never broken that habit) and scrawls on Josef's card, beneath the fancy writing:
Who the hell says it's 2013?
Paul tucks his pen away and heads again for the elevators, and upstairs, where he exercises with a vengeance.
[location: the Sanctuary]
The snow's getting heavier, he notices on his way to the Sanctuary the day after Azkadellia and Josef's disappearance is noted. Maybe he won't bother with the exercising for the next week if this keeps up, Christ.
In through the front doors, ignoring the zombies because while Paul is no fonder of zombies than he is vampires (maybe less so, the zombies DID actually kill him after all-- but then again, they didn't do it wearing the face of someone he trusted, and they've never told him he should be happy he's not being regularly eaten either), Paul's attitude towards this shit is fuck if I'll let it keep me from doing what the fuck I want to, which has been his attitude towards pretty much everything in his life.
He does keep his gun with him every time he goes through the Sanctuary, though.
He's nearly to the elevators when a flash of color catches his eye. He stops, pivots, tense-- but no, it's not blood or a brightly-colored dinosaur, it's....
...flowers?
Taking the long way across the lobby to avoid the caged zombies, Paul heads over to them, dropping down to scrutinize the... shrine.
His first instinct is Glitch or Wyatt, of course-- the other Ozzies, the two closest to Az, although as far as he knew neither of them had known Kostan that well. But no. Wyatt's got his tree, which he's pretty sure Glitch might use too, their little memento mori ritual straight from the Outer Zone.
Flowers and placards and pedestals strike him as an Earth thing. Maybe.
Paul studies the little cards wordlessly for a while. He thinks about Az, AK-47, Arizona, all his stupid names for her. Thinks about the most awkward family dinner ever. All of it rendered so much memory because the guys running the show think it's funny to pull them out like lobsters from a tank.
Finally he takes a pen from his pocket (never broken that habit) and scrawls on Josef's card, beneath the fancy writing:
Who the hell says it's 2013?
Paul tucks his pen away and heads again for the elevators, and upstairs, where he exercises with a vengeance.