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The game's afoot!

Jul 23, 2009 15:02

WHO: Arthur and Alfred
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
WHERE: A random sidewalk in Liberty
WHAT: Arthur and Alfred's first encounter. Oh yes, this will go well.

( Oh first impressions, what silly little things you are. )

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13_foundations July 23 2009, 23:33:37 UTC

As fate would have it, because she is a cruel and fickle thing, Alfred F. Jones was late. Very late. As in “I’d better think of a damn brilliant excuse or my ass is fired” kind of late ( ... )

godsavemy July 24 2009, 00:23:50 UTC

Arthur was face down in a puddle of rainwater on the pavement and didn't know why.

He was so sure that he had been upright only a moment ago, plodding along and stopping every so often to admire the store fronts. He promised himself to visit this quaint stretch of shops again once the weekend was upon them and indulge himself in a purchase or two. He felt he deserved a little reward after all.

Yes, he had still been vertical then and was only a couple blocks away from the library, when...when what?

Well, he couldn't quite remember what exactly happened next. Everything was a bit of a blur. That is, except for the sensation of his body still smarting from painfully embracing the rough cement and the sense of breathlessness he was experiencing now.

A few frozen moments later, Arthur realized he couldn't breathe. Because...because there was a weight on his back, practically crushing his lungs into dust and he couldn't--!With all the strength he could muster, Arthur shoved off whatever was pinning him to the ground, only succeeding ( ... )

13_foundations July 24 2009, 01:36:07 UTC

Alfred grunted unhappily as whatever he had landed on gave him a solid jostling. “Owowow… What the…?” He muttered, squirming, trying to find his footing. His books had spilled all over the ground from his slightly opened bag somewhere in the tussle, and his copy of “A Tale of Two Cities” now sat sadly in a dirty puddle just in front of his nose. Hopefully it was still legible, he had homework to do based on it. Finally scrambling to his feet and away from the entanglement, the 20-year-old ran a dirty hand through his hair and glanced back. It was only then that he fully registered that it had been a person he had just run into ( ... )

godsavemy July 24 2009, 02:38:33 UTC

Until now, Arthur hadn't realized how marvelous it was not to be crushed.

As soon as the pressure lifted and he didn't feel akin to a bug underneath a shoe, Arthur slowly pushed himself off of the ground, groaning when the scraped skin of his hands came into contact with the rough texture of the concrete.

Lovely. It's not as if he used his hands for anything useful, like being the tools he used to make a living.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly when he finally looked at the grim state of his hands. There wasn't too much blood, but the fact that there was any blood at all was a problem for him. He probably wouldn't be able to hold a pen properly for days without wincing in pain with every stroke.

Even better, his head was starting to smart something fierce and there was something hovering in front of his face like an annoying fly. He would smack it away, if it weren't for his throbbing hands.

Suddenly, a face popped into view, startling Arthur into scrambling backwards, and flopping back down to the ground once more.

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