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Oct 14, 2009 01:30

[Wednesday was off to an unusual start. It was a decent hour or two into the new day, and yet there was no advertisement. In fact, the 1st floor basement was completely locked off and secured; no "away message" posted on its entrance or via codec message ( Read more... )

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snakenbake October 14 2009, 14:44:22 UTC

[There was a Big Boss hiding in the shadows. Actually...nah, he was just asleep at the bar at the very end near the corner. In the dim lighting, he and his camouflage just sort of blended in with the wooden bar and the nearby potted plant.]

[Regardless, now that he's returned to the land of the conscious, he offers 893 a query in a quite, even tone.]

What's with you?

(Sorry about the late reply.) drebin893 October 16 2009, 04:13:40 UTC

[Glancing to the side, he spotted the legendary soldier and sat down his glass.]

hm? Moral dilemmas, life decisions, and day-to-day pondering on the workings of survival. All in all, the usual.

[a weak smirk.]

... Can't say I was expecting you here though.

snakenbake October 16 2009, 21:19:00 UTC

This place is usually pretty empty. I came here to think. It's also an easy place to doze off.

[He stretches.]

aheavysmoker October 16 2009, 00:27:04 UTC

...Mr. 893.

[Nastasha stands at a bit of a distance, gazing at the rather gloomy looking man as he sat]

(Sorry about the late reply.) drebin893 October 16 2009, 04:17:28 UTC

[Pausing mid-sip of his drink, Drebin closed his eyes with a sigh. Truthfully, he had hoped she didn't catch him here.]

Nastasha, I...

[sets the glass down, straightens up proper in his chair]

...Good evening.

(No problem) aheavysmoker October 16 2009, 04:45:32 UTC

...

[Nastasha remains at a distance. The dim lighting provides a bit of a shadowed effect upon the woman's figure as she leans against a far wall.]

...I wanted to see if you were alright.

drebin893 October 16 2009, 04:57:00 UTC

Well... I'm...

[Finishes the sip he started, leaving a third left in the glass as it was sat back upon the bartop. #893 closed his eyes.]

I can't lie... I've been better. Sure, life wasn't exactly easy on the outside, but at least it was real. I knew they were around, pulling the stings, but their powers were nowhere near as god-like as they are here. I mean... they toyed with us to the point of half-believing we had a child, Nastasha.

[Reopening his eyes, he looked to the glass... contemplating another refill.]

And despite it all, I'm here actually trying to decide whether or not to even bother returning back after everything they've done to us.

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