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Honest, Mitchell had just been planning to go for a walk. And a smoke.
He was trying to be a role model.
About halfway in, George had called about some spazz-worthy meeting he'd had with a girl, which had taken up about fifteen full minutes. The whole process sent Mitchell ambling into the woods without much of an idea where he was going.
Until he hit upon the clearing. "Yeah, you'll deal with it. I've got to go." "Mitch--"
He shut off the phone, stuck his hands in his pockets, and approached the angel statues that were so neatly stood up all in a circle. The gruesome faces, human visages torn off held... something of a fascination.
He ducked his head and stalked a quiet circle, thoughts drifting. There was something ancient and cruel about it.
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He was trying to be a role model.
About halfway in, George had called about some spazz-worthy meeting he'd had with a girl, which had taken up about fifteen full minutes. The whole process sent Mitchell ambling into the woods without much of an idea where he was going.
Until he hit upon the clearing. "Yeah, you'll deal with it. I've got to go." "Mitch--"
He shut off the phone, stuck his hands in his pockets, and approached the angel statues that were so neatly stood up all in a circle. The gruesome faces, human visages torn off held... something of a fascination.
He ducked his head and stalked a quiet circle, thoughts drifting. There was something ancient and cruel about it.
[[ open if anyone wants stumbled into the same clearing, otherwise establishy ]]
