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Nov 15, 2007 21:53

He hates himself ( Read more... )

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downsidedarling November 16 2007, 04:06:50 UTC
It's Dreamer's first vacation to an honest-to-goodness live world. She's proud of herself - it's going well.

Dreamer has weird ideas of what to do for fun. She wanders the streets, looking for anything interesting, anything out of the ordinary.

A broken pocket-watch lying on the ground is interesting enough to pick up. It takes a while for her to think of getting it fixed, but when she does, she picks the first place she can find, charms (ha) up some money, and approaches, singing under her breath (where would you rather be? anywhere, anywhere but here),.

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clocks_ticking November 16 2007, 04:10:53 UTC
He almost doesn't register the lady standing there, in the doorway, the bell chiming--

It doesn't process with him. It's like he's shut off his powers for now. He can hear the rain from forty miles away, but he doesn't want to. Doesn't care.

"Can I help you?" Gabriel asks, the life out of his voice.

This is what it's like to live the life of an ordinary person again.

Really, he has no idea what he wants right now.

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downsidedarling November 16 2007, 04:15:25 UTC
Silently, she holds up the wreck of the silver watch. It's salvageable - barely. Parts missing, others crushed, but still capable of being restored to functionality.

"Got run over," she says shortly. "Didn't feel like getting a new one."

Both of those are technically true. (At least, she presumes the bit about its getting run over is. She wasn't there to witness the actual event.)

It takes Dreamer a moment to step fully inside. She's still not quite paying attention. This is mere whimsy on her part, after all.

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clocks_ticking November 16 2007, 04:18:57 UTC
He almost groans. He can hold himself back, yes, barely, but not feeling like getting a new one? After getting it fucking run over?

Um. Wow.

He shrugs and nods, maybe at the same, maybe not, maybe he's not making sense at all - and takes the watch. "Come back..." he looks at the watch with a wry smile. "In week. Monday, yeah. Noon. I'll be... here. Where else would I be."

That last bit is barely audible.

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