[Closed Log]
Who: Light xanatospileup, Bosco 5_5david, and Duncan the bar guy!
When: After this thread!
Where: The bar
Format: Paragraph
What: Light and Bosco interrogate Duncan in an attempt to find out more information on the murders.
Warnings: Nothing but some genius with a side of asshole. And Duncan. And maybe some information relevant to people's interests?
Bosco stopped outside the pub's door, deciding it would be better to wait for Light before going in. Chances were the pub would be filled with the locals, and as much as he enjoyed riling people up, discretion advised him that this was not the time nor place. Especially if he wanted that bar guy -- Duncan? -- to give him and Light the information they wanted.
So he found himself a spot on the wall and leaned against it casually, returning the glare of the little old lady that was watching him from across the street.
"Got a problem?" he called out, raising his eyebrows in invitation. Taunting her to reply. She didn't.
He hadn't expected her to really.
To be frank, Bosco didn't expect much of anyone here. There were a few people that he relied on, though he'd never admit it. But for the most part he preferred to go about his business alone, which was to say, he preferred to throw himself into his work to avoid worrying about home, or how he got here, or hallucinations or... nightmares. Especially nightmares.
A shudder worked its way along Bosco's spine as he recalled a thick mist like ash burning his throat and lungs and stinging his eyes. Screams echoed in his ears and a loud roaring sound he would never forget from before his time here in Anatole shocked him into absolute stillness. Through the gray clouds of mist he saw them. Eyes, running with blood, watching him and begging him for help.
...
Violently shaking his head, tossing away the memory, Bosco forced himself to glance down the street in search of his companion. He shoved his shaking hands into his pockets. He needed a distraction. Now. What the hell was Light doing that was taking so long anyway? Picking a fucking bouquet to give as a peace offering?
When: After this thread!
Where: The bar
Format: Paragraph
What: Light and Bosco interrogate Duncan in an attempt to find out more information on the murders.
Warnings: Nothing but some genius with a side of asshole. And Duncan. And maybe some information relevant to people's interests?
Bosco stopped outside the pub's door, deciding it would be better to wait for Light before going in. Chances were the pub would be filled with the locals, and as much as he enjoyed riling people up, discretion advised him that this was not the time nor place. Especially if he wanted that bar guy -- Duncan? -- to give him and Light the information they wanted.
So he found himself a spot on the wall and leaned against it casually, returning the glare of the little old lady that was watching him from across the street.
"Got a problem?" he called out, raising his eyebrows in invitation. Taunting her to reply. She didn't.
He hadn't expected her to really.
To be frank, Bosco didn't expect much of anyone here. There were a few people that he relied on, though he'd never admit it. But for the most part he preferred to go about his business alone, which was to say, he preferred to throw himself into his work to avoid worrying about home, or how he got here, or hallucinations or... nightmares. Especially nightmares.
A shudder worked its way along Bosco's spine as he recalled a thick mist like ash burning his throat and lungs and stinging his eyes. Screams echoed in his ears and a loud roaring sound he would never forget from before his time here in Anatole shocked him into absolute stillness. Through the gray clouds of mist he saw them. Eyes, running with blood, watching him and begging him for help.
...
Violently shaking his head, tossing away the memory, Bosco forced himself to glance down the street in search of his companion. He shoved his shaking hands into his pockets. He needed a distraction. Now. What the hell was Light doing that was taking so long anyway? Picking a fucking bouquet to give as a peace offering?