when you're strange
There are two people near the library today. One is The Baron, who is currently seated on the library steps, chomping down on a green apple. The other is Daniel Faraday, who is actually inside, looking for something new and exciting to read. His search isn't really going so well.
This, he supposes, is why he isn't really a fan of fiction. There are ( Read more... )
This, he supposes, is why he isn't really a fan of fiction. There are ( Read more... )
You get one anyway.
Sark is meandering about Chicago, like he do, being generally aloof and, you know, a pretty easy target for random crazy people. He actually stopped just in front of the library when he saw Faraday walk by and sort of subtly watched him go. He's... Fairly certain that Faraday died. He kind of clearly remembers April destroying her room after his death.
...Maybe he really is just going crazy. Or it's Faraday's double... Or something.
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As Sark watches Dan, Baron watches Sark, fingers twitching idly in the absence of the apple. He's bored now. This does not bode well for the prissy looking blond kid.
"Hey, mister!"
He's talking to you, Sark.
"Do me a favor?"
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Sark turns slowly. See these eyes, Baron? These are the eyes of someone who does not approve of your... Existence. Or the fact that you're talking to him. Sarks are not social creatures.
"What?" Maybe if he looks menacing enough, the homeless person will go away.
...One day, Sark will learn that he does not look menacing at all.
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(This one is not so good with reading facial expressions. Or, he is, and he chooses to ignore the messages they convey.)
"Bring me that apple core," he says, pointing at it.
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He stares at the apple core.
He puts two and two together.
He moves over to the apple core and gives it a kick over to the stairs, because he is not touching that filthy thing, thank you.
"Keep in mind that if you even think about throwing that at me, you will regret it."
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Baron frowns, looking a little disappointed.
"That's awfully self-centered of you. Maybe I wanted to throw it at him," he says, pointing at a random passer-by in a baseball cap. "Or her. Or any one of these people who are not you!"
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...Hey, it's every pedestrian for himself out here, thanks.
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He plucks the core up off the ground, tossing it a few inches into the air and catching it. He's waiting for an answer, Sark! It'd better be a good one, too.
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Is that good enough a reason for you, Baron?
NO, HE DOES NOT CARE THAT HE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. Discretion may be his friend, but he will not be made a fool of, thank you... And, really, it's half a bluff. Kinda.
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He doesn't see one, and unless it's being pointed at his head... not much of an effect there, Sark. It was a good try, though!
"Show me."
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"I think I'm quite finished with this conversation, thank you," Sark mutters and starts off. He's pretty much expecting to get that apple thrown at him now, but if he veers off course a bit, maybe he'll avoid getting brained... Or just ignore the whole thing and take the high road. Or something.
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He annoyed the guy.
His work here is done.
(As for that apple core, it's going to stay with Baron until he can find another suitable target. Sark doesn't need to worry about that, unless Baron runs in to him again today.)
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