( fix me please i don't want to be dead )

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[creepinginmy]

[Much too used to these sceneries, unfortunately... Which never makes Jack feel any better about it. Cerbos, however, could not be happier. Jack (?) sniffs at the air.

There's someone around that corner. Go.]

[abattyowl]

[creepinginmy]

[You don't even go here]

[abattyowl]

[ Flaps away ]

[creepinginmy]

[Forever alone.]

I don't see anything.

[thedeviltattoo]

Lights are out.

[creepinginmy]

[Oh--bloody hell. He was looking for you, how'd you end up being the one sneaking up on him?

Don't do anything until I tell you to.]

... Yes. Clearly. [Said rather dryly.]

[thedeviltattoo]

[ Can see in the dark, tho. ]

The humidity bothers me more, though.

[creepinginmy]

That, I'm a little more used to. [There's an air of suspicion in his voice, as would be expected from random talks in these situations, which is why Jack isn't being very talkative.]

[thedeviltattoo]

I prefer dry hot weather. [ She brushes her jeans. ] You from around?

[creepinginmy]

I couldn't possibly tell. [Since it's dark and all. Ha.] Who are you?

[thedeviltattoo]

[ She snorts. Got her on that. ]

Name's Malak. You?

[creepinginmy]

Unusual name.

[Something isn't right. That thing's no monster. Doesn't smell like a human, either.

Walk away, Jack.]

[He looks uneasy, possibly because of the concept of giving his name away like that. No use in lying, though, is there?] Jack. Jack Gibson.

[thedeviltattoo]

[ She laughs it off. ] Jack is very unusual from where I am from, too. [ There's more than one country. ]

[creepinginmy]

Now that's something I never thought I'd hear. [There's really no charm or mockery in the way he says it, he just sounds like he's talking to prolong her company.]

[I told you to walk away, Jack.]

[thedeviltattoo]

You don't get out much, do you?