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Well, you know me, I never learn. So peel me off the hook.

Apr 04, 2009 00:36

Rusty Hunt leans against a tree in a park with his face pressed up against the bark. There's only partial awareness of his surroundings right now. He's supposed to be working. He hasn't sold shit this week. Rusty feels like shit. Sick as fuck. The trashcan sitting a foot away from him is filled with trash and his vomit. He may have seriously fucked ( Read more... )

the doctor (ten), martha jones, julia angelos, malek asenath, robin rice, raziel, fritz antonius, luke roberts, jamal malik, john dorian (j.d.), desmond descant, rachel conway, rusty hunt, npc

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mustardwithat April 4 2009, 08:26:27 UTC

Fritz watches Robin from the stairwell, a cigarette pressed against her lips. She stays that way for a while, just watching, but when it's clear he's not going to move she comes out onto the roof. "For someone who doesn't plan to jump you've spent a helluva time painting bulls-eyes with your eyeballs."

with_coffee April 5 2009, 00:36:42 UTC

Robin tenses. He's not really surprised that she's here. The first time he met her was on this very roof. It's like their... place. Or something. He snorts. The roof turning into a bloody hangout place for people who need quality introspection.

"I thought you told me it wasn't any of your business what I planned. Wanted. Whatever." He doesn't bother turning around, just thankful he managed to keep a hold of his cigarrette. "I'd ask how many more acrobats you've done on the ledge, but that's none of my business either."

mustardwithat April 6 2009, 02:06:26 UTC

"It's not. Just observing." She strides over to the edge, flicks her cigarette over and into the wind, and then hoists herself up onto it--

--and does a handstand. She walks on her hands past Robin, turns carefully to face him, then turns again and does a slow cartwheel back onto her feet.

with_coffee April 6 2009, 02:34:15 UTC

"Yeah. Course. Just observing."

Robin pulls back from the edge when she climbs up on to it. He has this deep rooted fear that if he's too close and breathes too hard that it'll push her over, and he really doesn't want to be responsible for her death.

He can't take watching her like this. Finally he just flails and says, "Stop!"

mustardwithat April 6 2009, 04:08:10 UTC

He happens to say that as she bends backwards into another handstand, so there she stays, bowed belly-up, hands and feet on the ledge of the Conrad. "Something the matter?"

Her voice is all wickedness and good humor. She likes bothering people.

with_coffee April 6 2009, 04:12:45 UTC

Robin groans and turns away so he doesn't have to watch her anymore even if he can still hear the movements and that's almost worse.

"Only that I'm afraid a breeze will come and fling you over the edge. Excuse me for giving a shit about people falling off buildings. It won't happen, again."

He's bitchy, because he cares.

mustardwithat April 6 2009, 04:19:41 UTC

Fritz flips back onto the roof proper with a thump and dusts herself off. She plucks her cigarette pack from one pocket, taps out another little cancerstick, and strides over to Robin with it pressed against her lips.

"Got a light?"

with_coffee April 6 2009, 05:01:56 UTC

Robin stares at her.

"...I hate you," he says.

But he must not actually mean it, because he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lighter, flicking it to create a flame. He stretches it out toward her.

mustardwithat April 8 2009, 01:33:33 UTC

Fritz's grin at Robin's statement is positively enormous. She's tempted to ruffle his hair, but ironically enough, she doesn't want to drive him off.

Gasp.

Fritz Antonius, enjoying someone's company.

"Ta," she says, and leans forward, dragging long breaths through the cigarette until it embers to life. Fritz sighs the smoke straight up into the air. "'sposed to get cold again."

with_coffee April 8 2009, 03:34:57 UTC

Robin is stuck between staring more and exasperated flailing with screechy sounds of indignity. He settles for pressing his hand against his face.

He does not understand.

Maybe he's finally getting what it's like for other people to interact with him.

"...really? I didn't know. I don't watch the news. I like to be surprised." Robin winces after each sentence. WHY? Why did he lie at that moment? When it wasn't necessary? When he watches the news everyday and hate surprises? Apparently, he's a masochist. Or she makes him masochistic.

mustardwithat April 11 2009, 04:34:31 UTC

Headtilt. She keeps grinning, particularly at the wincing. "So convincing. Fuck, makes me want to shove you over the side just to give you your kick in the balls for today."

She takes a drag from her cigarette and blows the smoke into the wind.

with_coffee April 11 2009, 18:45:20 UTC

"You're too kind." The sarcasm drips from his voice.

So many angels are lucky that heavy sarcasm doesn't count as lies, or they would be in a constant world of pain.

He rolls his eyes.

"Have you ever tried not being a complete bitch? I hear it works wonders for people."

mustardwithat April 15 2009, 04:44:27 UTC

"Bitch's my middle name." She's not ashamed to admit it. Bitchitude makes life more interesting. "Ever tried not being a jackass? Just wouldn't suit, mon petit cherie."

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