[thread] moving day
Characters:AU Duo Maxwell, Open
Where:Sor Epta then Om Epta, and the plaza
When:Evening
Summary:Duo is moving out, people have offered to help. Anyone passing by the open door can talk to him as well.
Warnings: TBA
He already dismantled the bed. He figured he had ordered it, because the bunk bed, with a single top and a double bottom had definite practical use, and after lugging the two mattresses up to Om Epta, as well as the several metal support beams, he was working on the small stuff, petty possessions that kind of defined a character. He spotted the gun, feeling his heart flop in his chest, imagining what she must have looked like, shot, hurt, pained.. Eyes full of hurt and rage? Or maybe it was just rage. Melaka came off to him as.. kind of cold. It coulda been that she just didn't want to have anything to do with him. He held the gun, noting it's weight, checking the rounds. It was just the kind of gun he liked. Spite his feelings towards what had happened, he was keeping it. He set the safety on and put the gun in his shirt and between his pants and hip.
He decided to take a break, and he walked back over to the living room, then into Robin's old room. Every possession was gone, except for these drawings of the wall, paper pinned like news paper clippings, and a comforter on the bed with a R design on it. Black, red and yellow. He didn't know what it meant, but the clippings and drawings? That girl might have wanted them, he thought, the girl who was yelling, whoever she was. He started pulling the tacs out, taking them down and gathering them together. He put them all into a paper bag, just neat enough. Weird how he didn't feel anything for this guy, but he felt he should probably just do right by him.
Where:Sor Epta then Om Epta, and the plaza
When:Evening
Summary:Duo is moving out, people have offered to help. Anyone passing by the open door can talk to him as well.
Warnings: TBA
He already dismantled the bed. He figured he had ordered it, because the bunk bed, with a single top and a double bottom had definite practical use, and after lugging the two mattresses up to Om Epta, as well as the several metal support beams, he was working on the small stuff, petty possessions that kind of defined a character. He spotted the gun, feeling his heart flop in his chest, imagining what she must have looked like, shot, hurt, pained.. Eyes full of hurt and rage? Or maybe it was just rage. Melaka came off to him as.. kind of cold. It coulda been that she just didn't want to have anything to do with him. He held the gun, noting it's weight, checking the rounds. It was just the kind of gun he liked. Spite his feelings towards what had happened, he was keeping it. He set the safety on and put the gun in his shirt and between his pants and hip.
He decided to take a break, and he walked back over to the living room, then into Robin's old room. Every possession was gone, except for these drawings of the wall, paper pinned like news paper clippings, and a comforter on the bed with a R design on it. Black, red and yellow. He didn't know what it meant, but the clippings and drawings? That girl might have wanted them, he thought, the girl who was yelling, whoever she was. He started pulling the tacs out, taking them down and gathering them together. He put them all into a paper bag, just neat enough. Weird how he didn't feel anything for this guy, but he felt he should probably just do right by him.