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Skinless 2c/?
Date: 2012-05-08 01:27 pm (UTC)Moira (who is, surprise surprise, a ghoul) emerges from someplace around the back, and smiles the widest I think I’ve seen anyone ever smile. Her accent’s weird, not weird like Colin’s, but weird, as she blurts out a string of ‘hellos’ and rushes forward.
She grabs my hand. Nova squeezes my shoulder reassuringly and I figure this is normal behaviour for Moira. She studies my hands and while she does, I study her. She still has most of her hair, and her skin isn’t as badly peeled off as Nova’s, and nowhere near as badly as Gob’s. Maybe...maybe it affects people differently? It doesn’t affect everyone, I know that much, but...
There is so much more to know here before I even start feeling comfortable with it.
Moira’s eyes reach my face and she lets out a little yelp of recognition. “Oh! Are you James’ little girl?”
I practically yank my hands out of hers in shock. “Yes! James, my dad, was he here? Do you know him?”
“He came in last night!” she tells me chirpily. “I sold him a few supplies and he asked a few questions. Said he noticed there were a whole lot more ghouls out here than he remembered! I guess things change in twenty years, huh?”
I blink a couple of times, like that’s going to clear up my ears or something. But I can’t be hearing this right. “No, you must have got him wrong. He’s never been out here before.”
Moira looks confused. “I don’t know about that. He seemed to know his way around things out here, wasn’t shocked to see the state of us here or anything. He remembered Mr Moriarty back from before things started changing, and –“
“Wait.” I hold up my hand, my mind reeling. Dad left the Vault? Dad knew Colin? Why hadn’t he, why hadn’t Gob -? “Slow down, Moira. My dad – he knew Colin? Colin Moriarty, right?”
She nods. “Yup, that’s who brought him in here to see me. I sold him some supplies, filled him in on what the traders told me about some of the settlements nearby.”
“Did he say where he was going?” Please, please let him have said where he was going.
“I think he was going up to Galaxy News Radio. It’s in DC, though, and I did worry about him getting there safely. He told me he’d be fine, though, seemed awful sure about it so I just left him to go on his way!”
I’m out the door before Nova can stop me. Maybe I’m being rude, maybe I’m losing my mind, but I don’t care. The saloon’s not far, and I’m up the ramps and inside before she can catch up with me. Colin is by the back wall, and Gob’s behind the wall.
“You spoke to my father? You knew him?”
Colin looks up as I get close, looking surprised. “Your father?” His face is blank, and then, suddenly, lights up with realisation. “James? James is your father?”
“Someone else was here from the Vault and you didn’t think to tell me?” I can hear my voice rising in pitch, and feel myself losing it. I feel betrayed. I’ve got no idea why I’m latching onto this so strongly – maybe because he’s human, maybe because he was kind – but I feel sick and angry and stupid. “You knew him?”
“Hey, calm down,” Gob says, and I feel his hands on my shoulders. I shrug him off sharply. Calm down? In the last twelve hours, I’ve been abandoned by my father, become a murderer, lost the only place I’ve ever called home, found myself in a town full of zombies and been hit in the face with what is starting to feel like a really unpleasant truth. Calm is just about the last fucking thing I’m feeling. I wheel on him.