Colonel Silver | Dragonball | Roll may either be for him or younameunrelatedSeptember 9 2011, 02:12:32 UTC
[Sleep didn't know Silver well. Thought him a diligent worker. Perhaps too diligent - a healthy man knows when he's pushing himself too hard, too far, too long. Most of one's sleep shouldn't be brought by passing out.
It's a rare time, tonight. Silver went to bed. Another attempt to distance himself from him. But whether sleep's slow in visiting him or you, he's awake. Why did he even entertain the thought the rest would change?]
1's for him this time. It's been a while. Hi.nameunrelatedSeptember 9 2011, 23:02:36 UTC
[It's quiet outside. A heavy, deep, cool quiet where one thinks they can hear for miles. Inside, in the boarding house Silver's found himself in, it's also quiet. The soft, soothing quiet of rest. But in Silver's room, voices sound, a frantic woman's, a threatening man's, gunshots and wheel shrieks, cut to a lively jingle about butter. He's watching TV.
All his windows are open, the curtains drawn or parted, or part way, and he glances over often, checks they haven't changed on him. So he can try to hear, try to listen, for signs that what he's watching will come into reality, knock on his door.]
No worries - water under the bridge.nameunrelatedSeptember 10 2011, 22:43:07 UTC
[Silver mutes the television. He hears those creaks, their louder strain, and his mind imagines boots and uniforms and red. His hand moves towards the pistol close by, always kept close by, and he stands, moves to the side of the door, pauses, draws in a long, shaking breath. Then he risks a look through the peephole.
He. He doesn't see anyone. But the noises still come, louder now. Slowly, after clicking off the safety, Silver grips the doorknob, turns throws it aside then ducks into the hallway, gun in front of him, trigger halfpulled.]
[Silver's still. Doesn't even breathe. The steps've stopped. After a quick glance around, he lowers his gun. The click of the safety going back into place seems louder than it should to him - like the snap of a twig. He's sure he isn't going paranoid. Sure enough to chance...]
Well?
[His voice is smooth but hard, the edge of authority and demand. Something he didn't think to soften, seeing the situation didn't call for leadership. But it calls for answers. And in this silence, this twofold silence of gentle rest and sharp self concern, even Silver will hear the subtle bend of boards.]
[He's quiet for a few moments. Still. The white-blue light from the television flickers behind him, darts shadows along the walls.]
Save apologies for less trivial matters.
[His voice'd taken a dip there, the slightest bit of gravel. Silver looks at Topaz. Not that his eyes left her - he's an eye-to-eye-contact sort of man - but now he really looks at her. He speaks, almost smiles, gestures with a smooth, flitty motion with his free hand. Keeps the pistol by his side. He doesn't really want her to see it, because then she may ask questions, and those, Silver can ill afford. To suit the motion, his voice lifts.]
It's a rare time, tonight. Silver went to bed. Another attempt to distance himself from him. But whether sleep's slow in visiting him or you, he's awake. Why did he even entertain the thought the rest would change?]
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All his windows are open, the curtains drawn or parted, or part way, and he glances over often, checks they haven't changed on him. So he can try to hear, try to listen, for signs that what he's watching will come into reality, knock on his door.]
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He. He doesn't see anyone. But the noises still come, louder now. Slowly, after clicking off the safety, Silver grips the doorknob, turns throws it aside then ducks into the hallway, gun in front of him, trigger halfpulled.]
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Well?
[His voice is smooth but hard, the edge of authority and demand. Something he didn't think to soften, seeing the situation didn't call for leadership. But it calls for answers. And in this silence, this twofold silence of gentle rest and sharp self concern, even Silver will hear the subtle bend of boards.]
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Not going anywhere in particular?
[His tone has softened in relief.]
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Save apologies for less trivial matters.
[His voice'd taken a dip there, the slightest bit of gravel. Silver looks at Topaz. Not that his eyes left her - he's an eye-to-eye-contact sort of man - but now he really looks at her. He speaks, almost smiles, gestures with a smooth, flitty motion with his free hand. Keeps the pistol by his side. He doesn't really want her to see it, because then she may ask questions, and those, Silver can ill afford. To suit the motion, his voice lifts.]
Carry on, then.
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