plvsultra:

“I already thought mine on the way here. I am kenneth Witerson. Used to be on a bike gang but left to be a dad. But my wife died while pregnant on a crazy rollercoaster accident so I am travelling the road in her memory” he nods to himself, a very cool nod, he’s in character “I got a bunch of fake tattoos to try to look apart but I don’t think I can put them on with all my arm hair so I guess I’ll have to draw them on with sharpie”

“Huh neat story. Sounds definitely like you’ve got a reason to be roaming around escaping the memories you’ve left behind.“The thought of drawing on tattoos in purple makes Saam just slightly skeptical of its effectiveness but they decide to just roll with it anyway.

plvsultra:

“Yes. Also this RV is great, I get it every year. There’s two beds, a kitchen and a bathroom. What else do you need?”

He starts the car and off they go, take over the world

“First rule of road trip, no being sad unless extremely necessary. Second rule, make up a fake identity you are someone else for as long as this trip lasts”

“Obviously nothing. It has all the requirements for a comfortable time.“ It was almost little surprising that they hadn’t really been traveling in an RV in quite some time.

Saima nods confirming the rules. “Right. Got it. I’ll come up with something along the way surely. Got plenty of alias in my backstory.”

plvsultra:

“Hell yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh!!”

He shouts, and buzzes the horn, then laughs

“This is gonna be so great. We can go anywhere. The world is ours”

“It’s so exciting to have this kind of freedom.” 

They get into the vehicle so that they can take off to practically wherever suits them. “To be really mobile should be a hell of a good time.“

plvsultra:

@seekesotsibteadmist

[text] I’m waiting outside your hiouse

[text] ROAD TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

[text] Oh yea. On my wayyyy.

Saam gathers a few clothes and other necessities in a bag before leaving the house to approach Roberto’s RV. They were excited for this adventure and were ready to just head out for a few days. 

“It’s time!”

plvsultra:

it’s… never off my mind really… But I shouldn’t bother other people

[he gets up]

Again, sorry for this

You don’t need to apologize. It’s not a bother for me really.

plvsultra:

I guess..

[he sighs]

Sorry I’m just… blabbering. I sould go back home now

I mean you had to talk to someone so – it’s probably not bad that you got that off your mind.But if you awant to go ome, you can.

plvsultra:

Pick the phone not the bottle

[sighs]

Old me would be so drunk right now. I’m kinda jealous. I miss being drunk. It was fun

More valid strategy at that point.

Hm, I understand missing being drunk. It..can be fun. But it’s probably for the best to keep you away from that.

plvsultra:

It’s weird. Sometimes I just forget the mess I am and make plans but then life just goes and hits me in the face

I’m just tired. Sorry for bothering you. I just don’t trust myself to be alone when I feel like this

Gross, that’s just the worst feeling. 

Ah, no need to apologize. If it’s clear you don’t need to be alone it’s better that you ‘bothered’ someone while you’re like this.

plvsultra:

Nothing.. we talked. And then I didn’t want to eat and tried to make an excuse but she didn’t buy it… anyway we just talked. And at one point she tried to lean into me which made me have the whole “please don’t do that” explanation… and she just looked sorry for me. And upset. I mean she didn’t say anything, but that look was there, you know?

[they listen as Roberto says all this before sighing]

Yeah, I know that look all too well. I’m sorry for how it ended up playing out. Seemed like an awkward time to say the least.