Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2021 15:54:37 GMT -6
He was lucky enough to be able to keep his lucky deck on him as he was dragged into the fog.
He never remembered where he'd first bought it, but knew it was when he had much few grey hairs than right now, for a much higher price than it really deserved. They'd made a home in the inside pocket of his jacket - black cards, delicately laminated, numbers and suits carved in and indented into each one, metallic stickers reflecting the light of the campfire in strips as he idly shuffled them to keep himself busy. Two of hearts, queen of diamonds, 7 of clubs... he laughed a little as his eyes fell on the ace of spaces, running a thumb over the indented pattern. It was a beautiful crafted card, worn at the edges moreso than the rest - his good luck charm. Because, really, who needs a desk of cards when you have the Ace?
Old eyes look up from behind his sunglasses, at a couple of the other survivors around the campfire, waiting for... something, something than none of them really knew, least of all himself. Normally, he would slot himself into a conversation, fit in and adapt all too well, but an odd melancholy and nostalgia kept him in chains... at least for the moment, until his eyes fell over to another survivor; a girl, much younger than himself, though just as alone. A new addition to the group, one he thought to himself as a good friend to some, and maybe just what they needed, along with the friend she came with.
"Hey, Nancy, you're lookin' a little bored there." Loud enough to catch her attention, though not so loud to catch others around her, he hoped, he raised his desk and spread them with a sly smile. "Wanna humour an old man with a game or two?"
He never remembered where he'd first bought it, but knew it was when he had much few grey hairs than right now, for a much higher price than it really deserved. They'd made a home in the inside pocket of his jacket - black cards, delicately laminated, numbers and suits carved in and indented into each one, metallic stickers reflecting the light of the campfire in strips as he idly shuffled them to keep himself busy. Two of hearts, queen of diamonds, 7 of clubs... he laughed a little as his eyes fell on the ace of spaces, running a thumb over the indented pattern. It was a beautiful crafted card, worn at the edges moreso than the rest - his good luck charm. Because, really, who needs a desk of cards when you have the Ace?
Old eyes look up from behind his sunglasses, at a couple of the other survivors around the campfire, waiting for... something, something than none of them really knew, least of all himself. Normally, he would slot himself into a conversation, fit in and adapt all too well, but an odd melancholy and nostalgia kept him in chains... at least for the moment, until his eyes fell over to another survivor; a girl, much younger than himself, though just as alone. A new addition to the group, one he thought to himself as a good friend to some, and maybe just what they needed, along with the friend she came with.
"Hey, Nancy, you're lookin' a little bored there." Loud enough to catch her attention, though not so loud to catch others around her, he hoped, he raised his desk and spread them with a sly smile. "Wanna humour an old man with a game or two?"