Gilbert // Original Character (God Crossing) // Barways

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert is convinced that he's having visions again.

For what seems like the hundredth time today, he fishes in the pocket of his bathrobe for his mobile and comes up empty.  His hands return to scrub at the stubble on his cheeks, rubbing his eyes before disappearing into his mop of red hair, finger combing it back from his face.

One minute, he'd

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[pi_wakawaka]

A girl who's not quite a girl with complicated henna tattoos along one arm gives him a headtilt,

"Ask nicely."

[mmexlibris]

"All right," he half-sneers. "Pretty please, with whip cream and a cherry, who do I have to slay to get a drink? Just a diet cola, with a slice of lime."

The drink appears on the bar top, with a handwritten note on a napkin that reads Stow the sarcasm, bub. You'll get more flies with honey than with vinegar.

He blinks at the note and then glances up, trying to find the cameras. "Clever." Please let there be cameras.

[pi_wakawaka]

"She's also nice but its best to be polite to her then she'll give you cookies."

She just smirks at him as he looks around and waves helpfully.

[mmexlibris]

"You are a very odd woman." He peers at her. "Are you in charge?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"No, I'm not."

Its not clear whether that's to the statement or the question.

[mmexlibris]

He clearly assumes it's the latter.

"Oh good. Have we met? You look strangely familiar. I feel like I should know you somehow. Are you in the Writer's Guild?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"I sometimes play with words and go by Tiwa."

[mmexlibris]

"Tiwa." He frowns. "No, I would have remembered that name, surely."

After a moment he remembers his manners.

"Forgive me, I have the manners of a door mat. The name is Gilbert. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tiwa."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Door mats tend to be polite though since the polite is written into them."

[mmexlibris]

He cocks an eyebrow at her and smirks.

"Silver tongued devil." He holds up a finger. "Remind me never to lend you money."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Why not? I'd probably do something more creative than you would."

[mmexlibris]

He leans forward a bit, still smirking, feeling as if she's impugned his honour somehow.

"Impudent. How on earth would you know something like that about me, a total stranger?"

A dark shadow ripples over his glamour, and Tiwa feels something similar to when she's with Vert, the pull of an ancient ocean, only a hundred thousand times dark.

Even as he is lost to them, he holds within him unfathomable depths.

[pi_wakawaka]

At that dark shadow, she leans away, her hand tracing her tattoos and the scars beneath before she grins again,

"Only said probably, could have said something else too."

[mmexlibris]

Just as suddenly as the storm rose, it's gone. Left behind is a tired man in a dingy bathrobe and bedroom slippers. A proud man, nonetheless.

"Well, I'll have you know I am very creative. I write screenplays."

He looks down his long nose at her. And rolls his eyes, as if he knows how completely pretentious and ridiculous that sounds.

[pi_wakawaka]

Which just makes her giggle, "About what?"

[mmexlibris]

"People. People doing normal things, completely unheroic things. Boredom, mostly. There's probably a reason I haven't sold a script yet."