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Throw on your brake lights

Nov 28, 2011 22:15

Characters: failssassin and abaxrpg
When: About an hour after Desmond wakes up in the morgue
Where: Random streets in the city
Open or Closed? OPEN! Come help the poor, cold novice!
Rating/Warnings Language and a novice only wearing a bed sheet?

( We're in the city of wonder... )

assassin's creed: desmond miles, next avengers: james rogers

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carrytheshield November 29 2011, 04:05:46 UTC

James was on his way back to the apartment to check in and rest after another fruitless search when he saw a man walking around wearing just the sheet they had when they arrived. He was trying to get into a store, but failing miserably.

"Hey!" James said when it looked like he was about to start climbing a wall. He wasn't quite sure what to say to stop the guy, but that just didn't seem like a good idea. He knew he probably looked odd, carrying a wok around, but it was better than being completely unarmed.

Wow. Sorry for the fail there >_< failssassin November 29 2011, 05:29:03 UTC

The shout was enough to stop Desmond from climbing the building, but only because he didn't want anyone to see him do such. He had already find a path that would quickly lead him to the top of the building, but it would have to wait for now.

Securing the sheet with a knot on his hip (God what he'd give for real clothes at the moment), he turned toward the young man hailing him, offering him a slight sheepish smile.

"Hey.....You wouldn't happen to be the owner of this shop, wouldn't you be?"

It happens sometimes carrytheshield November 29 2011, 05:44:48 UTC

"No, I'm not... there isn't one anymore, if there ever was" James said. He walked over to the display window and smashed it in. "I'll get the door."

He was lucky there had been clothes in the morgue when he arrived, although he'd upgraded to something less flashy not too long after he'd left. This was one of the areas he'd already searched.

"Help yourself to whatever you want. No one will mind," He said when he unlocked the door. This way the entrance was kept clear of broken glass, which was good for the man with bare feet.

failssassin December 1 2011, 04:11:05 UTC

The former bartender's eyes widened as the young man smashed the window, not even seemingly bothered by the crime. But sure enough, there was no alarm that sounded, no one coming out to see what the shattering glass sound was all about. Desmond pondered for a very short moment before walking in the shop to quickly grab jeans and a T-shirt and a warmer shirt to go over. Using a full rack of dress to hide himself, he slipped on the clothes, instantly grateful for the warmth it provided.

"How do you know that? I mean...Do you know anything about this place?"

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myothertights November 29 2011, 18:34:35 UTC

Billy hadn't had anything like this happen to him before. Weird and crazy things? Came with the job. Being snatched and dragged to a seemingly abandoned city, where you woke up in a morgue? Totally new. Totally not welcome. He'd been one of the people who had tried to leave already and found that it wasn't quite that easy. The teenager had taken to walking along the streets, seeing if there was anything he could use in his new apartment.

It was during this little walk that he saw someone checking the building up. He came up closer and looked up the same way and then back to the man.

"See anything interesting?"

failssassin December 1 2011, 04:15:33 UTC

Desmond offered the other male a small sheepish smile, feeling as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. One hand raised to scratch the back of his head as he shook his head: "Not really. I was just wondering what time the store is going to open. I could use something...less revealing, really."

The novice gestured to the thin bed sheet covering him at the moment. Giving the teen a look over, he tilted his head slightly: "Where did you got your clothes?"

myothertights December 1 2011, 08:46:02 UTC

"Properly? With actual people? It's not. Not unless one of us becomes a store owner."

Heh, one of us. He checks the guy out again and feels himself smiling. He was put in mind of a toga and had to remember that this guy, yeah he probably should get decent clothes.

"A store that never opened. It's not stealing, not really. I mean...there's no alarm, and we have no money, and the things with the tags don't go off. Actually...I haven't seen anything with a tag yet."

failssassin December 6 2011, 03:09:12 UTC

Desmond gave another look at the empty store before walking to the door again. "How do you know this store belongs to no one?"

'One of us'...So they were probably trapped here just like he had been trapped in the Underworld. The bartender seemed to ponder for a moment before he tried the door again, this time forcing it with a slam of his shoulder. It hadn't been a strong one, but apparently, it had been enough and the hinges were thrown back, letting him open the door. Once inside, Desmond found that the other man had been right: there was no tag on the clothes there and it made the novice feel less guilty about grabbing a pair of pants with a shirt and a jacket.

"So you just arrived here too?"

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stfu_desmond November 30 2011, 02:21:15 UTC

Her lungs had ache with a horrible pain when she had come to inside the morgue that she’d found herself in. There was a haunting feeling that came with being pulled through what one could call an Underworld, one that bothered the nerves and didn’t go away easily. Lucy was still coming to terms with what had happened when she’d ventured from the area out onto the streets. It wasn’t until she had arrived on the sidewalk in the first place that she realized she wasn’t sporting any actual clothing.

And so, like the young man wandering about, this blond had a grip on her linens so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She had already spent a good long time wandering along the sidewalk cursing under her breath about the lack in modesty and why she had to be naked of all things, but here she was. Walking the streets of an unknown city in a paper gown that she was sure was more than see-through enough for her to be desperately uncomfortable with, Lucy continued to press onward ( ... )

failssassin November 30 2011, 02:45:25 UTC

The former bartender was already reaching for the ledge of the second story window when the familiar voice hailing him. It wasn't the shout that was unexpected to Desmond, not the fact that someone in this strange world already knew his name, it was the voice, that same one that haunted him ever since he had woken up in the Underworld, that made him falter.

"Shit!" Losing his hold on the ledge and having no real grip on the bricks with his bare feet, the novice was left toppling back, his ancestors' knowledge of landing the only reason why he landed in a crouch on the sidewalk. The blanket around his waist shifted enough to show his upper thigh, but Desmond didn't seem to notice. It took a moment for him to raise his gaze to where he had heard his name being shouted: he couldn't believe he had heard her for real, he was still afraid this was all a new torture devised by whomever had brought him here ( ... )

stfu_desmond November 30 2011, 03:04:05 UTC

Wincing at the sight of the bartender falling from the side of the building, Lucy lifted a hand to shield her eyes just in case his blanket was to fall from his waist. Glancing to him again, she shook her head gently and lowering her arm, moved to make her way across the street toward him somewhat hurriedly. Once she was near enough to the man to recognize him properly, not that she needed to look at him any further to know who he was as his voice had been more than enough, she welcomed the smile and offered one of her own in reply to him. Small though it was, at least it was there.“Desmond,” she sighed softly, relieved. Despite being there in, well, paper - she was thrilled for the familiarity of the young man ( ... )

failssassin November 30 2011, 03:40:39 UTC

For a long moment, the novice gave the blond a confused look. He had heard the relief in her voice, had seen the smile on her lips and yet he couldn't understand why they were there. Lucy was acting as if nothing had happened in Juno's Temple, and Desmond clung to the surrealist idea of him stabbing her having been an illusion created by the Apple. It didn't make sense why it would have created such thing, but that thought alone, as delusional as it was, was certainly better than the alternative. Desmond knew it was selfish not to ask about it, because he could enjoy the Lucy he remembered in Monterriggioni and so the novice stayed silent about the incident. For the moment, at least. Beside, they had more important things to attend to right now ( ... )

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