[ text + video ]project_184March 10 2011, 03:23:35 UTC
Damien. War. Either is fine.
[ he doesn't much care about identity right now ]
Like this.
[ and there's about three seconds of video. The background's moving on his end, still the inside of Kenzaki and War's shared apartment, but at least he's on his way. ]
[ It would be a while before War arrived at the bar. Merely a few feet out the apartment door, and something pulled him back inside. He tried leaving several times to no avail. Only with the help of a certain pillow with Karson's heavy scent and a bit of Kenzaki's mixed in did he succeed. A bit of familiarity to cling to.
It must have looked odd seeing someone walk into De Capo's clutching a pillow to their chest. Still, War couldn't care less. His eyes went straight to Rory, remembering his features from the man's first broadcast. Albeit this time not in pajamas. ]
[ as the glass would hint. War took a seat beside the other and, reaching into his pocket, pulled out a wallet and (fake) ID. Not like he wasn't technically of age anyway. But momentary suspicions or arguments did not sound appealing. Not when he wanted to dull the thoughts and pain as fast as possible, starting with a simple shot. ]
What is your name? I never received it.
[ And down went the drink the moment it arrived. ]
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[ because cigarettes aren't helping much ]
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You want to meet me?
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I see. Thank you. I shall meet you at De Capo's, if that is all right with you.
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[ he doesn't much care about identity right now ]
Like this.
[ and there's about three seconds of video. The background's moving on his end, still the inside of Kenzaki and War's shared apartment, but at least he's on his way. ]
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It must have looked odd seeing someone walk into De Capo's clutching a pillow to their chest. Still, War couldn't care less. His eyes went straight to Rory, remembering his features from the man's first broadcast. Albeit this time not in pajamas. ]
Hi.
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[ as the glass would hint. War took a seat beside the other and, reaching into his pocket, pulled out a wallet and (fake) ID. Not like he wasn't technically of age anyway. But momentary suspicions or arguments did not sound appealing. Not when he wanted to dull the thoughts and pain as fast as possible, starting with a simple shot. ]
What is your name? I never received it.
[ And down went the drink the moment it arrived. ]
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What is your name?
[ this time "enunciating" every word ]
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"What is your name?" [ surprisingly nice and neat despite the building concern. He pulls the notepad back to write another question. ]
"Are you a machine?"
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