[AIM Log] Waking up in 1959 [closed]
Who: taketheearsoff, walkthedawn, madeinoblivion
When: Late Wednesday night
Where: Cohen's Apartment
Summary: Riku keeps Cohen company after seeing him drowning his sorrows in liquor over the NV. Texting between Joe and Riku commences while Cohen chatters on in the background.
Warning(s): cursing. creepiness (on Cohen's part)
Riku: /goes to comfort cohen Repliku: /thinks this is a weird idea to go out S.Cohen: /drunken stupor Riku: /lets him talk himself to sleep S.Cohen: /expect to have to let yourself in Riku: /that's what Keyblades are for, my friend S.Cohen: /you'll find Cohen still in his room, on the floor. the rabbit perched on his chest. :'3 S.Cohen: /oh, and he'll have the mask back on, flopped over his face to HIDE HIS WOOOOE Riku: :< Repliku: Private NV's: ....are you seriously babysitting that weird drunk guy from the theatre ? Riku: text's: Go to bed. S.Cohen: cohen: /babbling in the background Repliku: txts: At 24. Be home by 3:30. If yr still @ crazys place I'll tell Kairi Riku: txts: fine. talk to you later. Repliku: why, real thing, whyyy Riku: why what Repliku: why you go take care of guy who is not technically your boss Repliku: when you're not even on the clock. Riku: because he might be ridiculous tomorrow at work Repliku: And give him cabbits. Repliku: I think after DiZ you've just got high tolerance for old weirdoes. Riku: sadly S.Cohen: /won't admit it, but he appreciates it S.Cohen: /VERY MUCH SO S.Cohen: babbling until he goes to sleeps is a much more productive way of spending time then stumbling after dark and trying to lecture some shadows on objectivism S.Cohen: Just saying... Repliku: WHO IS JOHN GALT!! Repliku: Newcomer on floor 3 : /chucks a shoe out the window S.Cohen: "WHO IS ATLAS? I'll tell you! He's a lying, cheap assed bastard. The whole FOR THE PEOPLE wasn't even his own idea. AND NEITHER WAS IT FONTAINES. If anyone, it was that BITCH Lamb's work. Fuck her for planting the seed for indignation. FUCK HER" Riku: ... Riku: Who was Lamb, again? S.Cohen: "an.../ALTRUIST/" S.Cohen: /spoken with disgust and near vomitting Riku: ...uh-huh Riku: /gets him a trashcan Repliku: NV txt: Bringing home wings. Teriyaki or Volcano? Riku: txt: Teriyaki S.Cohen: /upchucks in trashcan Repliku: NV text: Yeah, keep forgetting that when it comes to food and you, I should just go with instinct. Riku: ...ew /waits until he's done, then gets him a towel Riku: txt: Seriously. Repliku: NV text: So does absinthe really taste like licorice? S.Cohen: /wipes his face and stumbles to the sink for water. cups his hands and just drinks like that Riku: text: I'm not trying it Repliku: NV text: That bad, huh. Riku: text: He's puking in a trashcan. Repliku: NV text: Great. This remix has 6 more mins, and you're not staving my boredom. Riku: text: Excuse me for not being a dancing monkey, Joe. Repliku: NV txt: No, you're just patting the back of one puking in a trashcan S.Cohen: /forehead against mirror, splashing cold water in his face guuuh Riku: text: Wow, that was so funny, I forgot to laugh. Riku: text: Battler's funnier than you. Riku: Do you need help in there? Repliku: txt: Battler oggles nurses. Repliku: txt: In scrubs. Riku: text: See. That's how bad you are. S.Cohen: I'm....fine. Repliku: txt: Hate you real thing. S.Cohen: /wobbles out of bathroom...to run back in as the second wave STRIKES Repliku: txt: I'm eating your wings. Feeding the rest to Ebony. Riku: text: And yet, you still have the bed and eat my food. Riku: text: If my cat dies, you need to buy me a new one. Repliku: txt: Making sure she stays on on your couch, after the volcanos Riku: text: Joe, that food can kill her. S.Cohen: /round two of upchucking huurrrffffhurrrffff Riku: text: You'll make Namine cry. Repliku: txt: kidding. Don't rush to everybody's rescue so fas- HEY Riku: /nearly gags at sound of SC puking Repliku: txt: HEY LEAVE NAMINE OUT OF THIS Riku: text: Stop threatening to kill my cat with your junk food. S.Cohen: /toilet flush S.Cohen: /more rinsing Repliku: txt: After I offered to bring some home. S.Cohen: /muttering to self: Good lord, how does Hector do it~? Riku: text: I'm grateful for the food, Joe. But you don't need to threaten my cat's life or the state of our living room for it. Repliku: txt: Does he sleep in his makeup? Riku: text: Can't tell. S.Cohen: (sometimes) S.Cohen: /rinsing = makeup rinsed off too. HO SNAPS Riku: /gets a glimpse of the REAL SANDER COHEN Riku: :o S.Cohen: /glowers back through the mirror. Repliku: txt: I bet that Absinthe is really one of those order-by-NV Potions Repliku: txt: I bet Orpheus was right. S.Cohen: "What are you looking at BOY. shut that mouth before it stays that way" Riku: "sorry" Riku: text: Actually, it's alcohol. S.Cohen: /breaks into a smile and chuckles merrily to himself as he wipes off the rest of his face with the towel. Repliku: txt: No, I haven't tried it yet Repliku: txt: sry that was for Jinx Riku: txt: Go text your girlfriend. Repliku: txt: She's not my girlfriend. Riku: txt: Yeah, we'll see. Repliku: txt: I think Namine's sleeping. Riku: txt: I wasn't talking about Namine. Repliku: txt: Not across town nursing weirdoes. S.Cohen: "Oh rrrrriku~?" /the 'r' rolled as he leans in the doorway, more because he can't stand straight than anything else "I have asprin the the cupboard. Fetch it for me. CHOP CHOP" Riku: txt: Wow, Joe, are you that jealous? Repliku: txt: He's going to make a post tomorrow morning like Battler Riku: "Sure" /heads off to go get it Riku: /brings it back with a glass of water Repliku: txt: "I was so drunk last night but that silver haired nurse was so hott" Riku: txt: Isn't that what you get told every night? Repliku: txt: What, no Riku: txt: I was so drunk but that DJ was so hot. Riku: txt: Kind of flat-chested, though. S.Cohen: /still leaning. not gonna move for a few minutes. He takes the asprin first and chases it down with the water, but keeps the cup. some water still in it. necessity :'3 S.Cohen: /spies riku texting S.Cohen: "What is /that/?" /wavering pointing Riku: /is making horrible frowny faces- S.Cohen: /wooo for a second there were two Riku's Riku: "Hm? Oh, my...brother is texting me. He always needs my help" S.Cohen: "....what in /fuck's/ name is 'texting'?" Repliku: txt: I've never heard anyone say that. Repliku: txt: btw, Tifa says hi. S.Cohen: /so elegant with his words Riku: "Uh. Typing. Does your...communicator have a keyboard?" Riku: txt: Tell her I said hi. Repliku: txt: k. S.Cohen: /furrows his brows, drunken thinking. S.Cohen: "mmmmm. you know...I haven't a clue~?" Riku: "Uh. Here." /shows small keyboard on his S.Cohen: "curiouser and curiouser..." S.Cohen: /he looks, but doesn't touch. smart man, he is. Riku: "He's just sending me dumb messages. He's bored. Sorry." Repliku: txt: says b sure 2 get vegetables tomorrow Repliku: txt: At the market Riku: txt: Why? S.Cohen: "I don't /recall/ anything like that on mine...there may be a hidden panel, though. It's not uncommon for hidden things..." Repliku: txt: cause she's like a mom Riku: txt: Don't call her that. She's nice. Repliku: txt: Your mom isn't nice? Riku: "Wouldn't surprise me." Riku: txt: I don't want to think of Tifa as my mom, thanks. Repliku: txt: Neither does Battler, hahaha S.Cohen: "That reminds me of a time when Andrei and I dropped by to see what Sinclair was up to.... [so begins another story]" /he makes his way back to his room Riku: txt: Joe, just be glad Battler's not drunk enough to feel you up. Riku: txt: And on the day that happens, I'll just laugh. Riku: /follows Cohen to listen and to be sure no bottles get thrown at him. S.Cohen: /relatively calm babbling until THAT BASTARD FONTAINE IS MENTIONED Repliku: SUDDEN VIDEO: /random lights and darkness and fog and suddenly a close up of a glass of soda S.Cohen: /rrraaage, HANDS IGNITE Repliku: txt: She gives me freebs. Repliku: txt: =) Riku: /freaks out Riku: txt: Joe, shut up. Repliku: txt: You're just jealous the only thing to drink over there is crazy licorice juice Riku: txt: I have a job at Lion's Gate now. I get tips. S.Cohen: /fist clenching, calms enough to /not/ hurl any fireballs around. seeeeeeeeethe "that DOUBTER..." Riku: txt: 100 a night sort of tips. Repliku: txt: The yuppie job. Riku: "And he's stuck at the bottom of the ocean, far from the surface." Riku: /tries to placaaaate. Repliku: txt: So what is he doing now? Pass out yet? Riku: txt: No, just talking. S.Cohen: /the fire ebbs to just a smoulder S.Cohen: /blah blah little moth blah atlas =/= fontaine speculation blah blah S.Cohen: /blah blah the moth has Jasmine's eyes and Ryan's face blah blah Riku: "Jasmine?" Repliku: txt: I think this girl is wearing bubble wrap. S.Cohen: "Jolene. 'Ryan's Favorite'~, as I recall from the numerous posters produced. She was, for the ease of explanation, a legal /prostitute/." Riku: "...Oh. Uh. Was she his girlfriend, or...?" Riku: txt: That's weird. Do you have a pin on you? Repliku: txt: Or a weird plastic shirt or something. People wear weird things to clubs. S.Cohen: "What do /you/ think?" Riku: "Side-girl?" Repliku: txt: No. just Soul Eater. Could get a martini toothpick? Riku: txt: That won't work. Oh well. S.Cohen: /flopped back on the bed now, a different trashbin sitting next to the bed just in case Riku: /scoops up rabbit and gives him/her/it to cohen Repliku: txt: And guy (or girl?) with hair that looks like Zexion Riku: txt: ...Send a picture. S.Cohen: "maybe. /probably/. Jolene was- ah...." /takes bunny and rests it on his chest Repliku: JPEG:
< EMOKID.gif > Riku: /tries not to look distracted. is obvs amused at zexion pretending to hide from his replica Repliku: txt: So many people with skunk hair. They call it 'seen'? S.Cohen: /babbles about how much of a bore Ryan's squeeze was and how plain she looked. blah blah getting sleepy blah Riku: /sits near the bed to keep him company til he tires out Riku: txt --> Zexion:
< EMOKID.gif > S.Cohen: /eventually the tale trails to mumbles and soon to soft snores. He's out...like the dying heartbeat of a little girl. ;D Riku: txt --> Zexion: Way to be inconspicuous, Zexion. Riku: /puts a sheet over cohen, cleans up the bottles, and quietly puts them in the garbage outside S.Cohen: /dead to the world Repliku: txt: You better be getting overtime. Riku: txt: No, he's asleep now. Repliku: txt: How long u staying? Riku: /gets what's left of a bottle of absinthe and tries it Riku: /and spits it out Riku: txt: Absinthe is gross. Repliku: txt: tried? or just from the puke? Riku: txt: Tried. Riku: txt: What time is it? S.Cohen: /snore Repliku: txt: 2:47 S.Cohen: /the few rabbit masks hanging on the walls are staaaarrring at yoouuuuu Riku: txt: Shoot. I should stay here. Repliku: txt: get a clock on your NV! Riku: /THIS APARTMENT IS SCARY, BRO Repliku: txt: Afraid of the darkness? Chicken. You can get on the night subway S.Cohen: /rested against the wall are some unfinished paintings. all fairly...grim Riku: /gets out coffee for cohen, stares at masks. and paintings. Riku: txt: His apartment's weird. Repliku: Tifa, we are so Pro with the darkness, you don't need to worry Riku: txt:
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< apartment3.jpg > Repliku: txt: How weird? Like the one with the animals? Repliku: txt: Oh. Weird. Riku: txt:
< paintings.jpg > S.Cohen: /closet creaked open a tad. inside a little chest. some clothes, and another painting, smaller, resting inside. looks like a finished painting of the atrium of fort frolic Riku: txt:
< creepymasks.jpg > Riku: /snoops the apartment, la~dee~da~ S.Cohen: /complete with leaking water from the ceiling and blah Repliku: txt: is that his apartment or the theatre proproom? Riku: txt: Apartment. S.Cohen: /easel out in dining room. two paintings. one of a spider splicer mid backfllip Repliku: txt: He must rly like rabbits. S.Cohen: /another only pencilled in. a woman sitting in a tub Riku: txt: He's really something. Riku: txt: Oh what is this. Riku: txt:
< pencilwoman.jpg > S.Cohen: /sketches spread out on the table. S.Cohen: (the woman is culpepper, that bitch) Riku: /admires sketches, looks at everything S.Cohen: (in fact, let there be a little word arrowed next to it saying "wench") Repliku: txt: I'm glad Namine's class is drawing nakeds yet. Repliku: txt: isn't. Riku: txt: Sure you are. Repliku: txt: shut up S.Cohen: (sketches are all miscellaneous things. the city, the apartments, people he's seen, some of the dancers in the theater, etc) S.Cohen: (a few of ammy when she was eating his steak) Riku: /admires. awww ammy. S.Cohen: (kitchen is relatively clean.) Riku: /thankful S.Cohen: (dining table was moved to make room for the easel) S.Cohen: (a picture pinned to the wall. sketch of BB moments before his death) Riku: /brb staring at BB painting with shock 8| S.Cohen: (annnd that's about it. unless you're snooping through drawers ;D ) Riku: (no way, he's not THAT curious) S.Cohen: (oh, and sheet music. also on the table) S.Cohen: (forgot about that. and the score and sheets for the current play at the theater. an actor's gotta know his lines after all) Riku: (that's good of him. this experience will be weirdly both admirable and...creepy as hell) S.Cohen: (glad you didn't rifle through the closet more. there be a nearly empty bag of plaster powder in there ;D ) Riku: (no, let's not break that yet~) S.Cohen: (good boy) Riku: (cuz then riku would have to die) S.Cohen: (yyeeeaaahh :( ) S.Cohen: (or become the first piece to his new polyptych) Riku: (D|) Repliku: txt: sry dropped phone Repliku: txt: dark under DJ table Repliku: txt: Make sure you write yourself an IOU Repliku: txt: Put it on his alarmclock. Riku: txt: Don't worry. Sander Cohen never forgets.
When: Late Wednesday night
Where: Cohen's Apartment
Summary: Riku keeps Cohen company after seeing him drowning his sorrows in liquor over the NV. Texting between Joe and Riku commences while Cohen chatters on in the background.
Warning(s): cursing. creepiness (on Cohen's part)
Riku: /goes to comfort cohen Repliku: /thinks this is a weird idea to go out S.Cohen: /drunken stupor Riku: /lets him talk himself to sleep S.Cohen: /expect to have to let yourself in Riku: /that's what Keyblades are for, my friend S.Cohen: /you'll find Cohen still in his room, on the floor. the rabbit perched on his chest. :'3 S.Cohen: /oh, and he'll have the mask back on, flopped over his face to HIDE HIS WOOOOE Riku: :< Repliku: Private NV's: ....are you seriously babysitting that weird drunk guy from the theatre ? Riku: text's: Go to bed. S.Cohen: cohen: /babbling in the background Repliku: txts: At 24. Be home by 3:30. If yr still @ crazys place I'll tell Kairi Riku: txts: fine. talk to you later. Repliku: why, real thing, whyyy Riku: why what Repliku: why you go take care of guy who is not technically your boss Repliku: when you're not even on the clock. Riku: because he might be ridiculous tomorrow at work Repliku: And give him cabbits. Repliku: I think after DiZ you've just got high tolerance for old weirdoes. Riku: sadly S.Cohen: /won't admit it, but he appreciates it S.Cohen: /VERY MUCH SO S.Cohen: babbling until he goes to sleeps is a much more productive way of spending time then stumbling after dark and trying to lecture some shadows on objectivism S.Cohen: Just saying... Repliku: WHO IS JOHN GALT!! Repliku: Newcomer on floor 3 : /chucks a shoe out the window S.Cohen: "WHO IS ATLAS? I'll tell you! He's a lying, cheap assed bastard. The whole FOR THE PEOPLE wasn't even his own idea. AND NEITHER WAS IT FONTAINES. If anyone, it was that BITCH Lamb's work. Fuck her for planting the seed for indignation. FUCK HER" Riku: ... Riku: Who was Lamb, again? S.Cohen: "an.../ALTRUIST/" S.Cohen: /spoken with disgust and near vomitting Riku: ...uh-huh Riku: /gets him a trashcan Repliku: NV txt: Bringing home wings. Teriyaki or Volcano? Riku: txt: Teriyaki S.Cohen: /upchucks in trashcan Repliku: NV text: Yeah, keep forgetting that when it comes to food and you, I should just go with instinct. Riku: ...ew /waits until he's done, then gets him a towel Riku: txt: Seriously. Repliku: NV text: So does absinthe really taste like licorice? S.Cohen: /wipes his face and stumbles to the sink for water. cups his hands and just drinks like that Riku: text: I'm not trying it Repliku: NV text: That bad, huh. Riku: text: He's puking in a trashcan. Repliku: NV text: Great. This remix has 6 more mins, and you're not staving my boredom. Riku: text: Excuse me for not being a dancing monkey, Joe. Repliku: NV txt: No, you're just patting the back of one puking in a trashcan S.Cohen: /forehead against mirror, splashing cold water in his face guuuh Riku: text: Wow, that was so funny, I forgot to laugh. Riku: text: Battler's funnier than you. Riku: Do you need help in there? Repliku: txt: Battler oggles nurses. Repliku: txt: In scrubs. Riku: text: See. That's how bad you are. S.Cohen: I'm....fine. Repliku: txt: Hate you real thing. S.Cohen: /wobbles out of bathroom...to run back in as the second wave STRIKES Repliku: txt: I'm eating your wings. Feeding the rest to Ebony. Riku: text: And yet, you still have the bed and eat my food. Riku: text: If my cat dies, you need to buy me a new one. Repliku: txt: Making sure she stays on on your couch, after the volcanos Riku: text: Joe, that food can kill her. S.Cohen: /round two of upchucking huurrrffffhurrrffff Riku: text: You'll make Namine cry. Repliku: txt: kidding. Don't rush to everybody's rescue so fas- HEY Riku: /nearly gags at sound of SC puking Repliku: txt: HEY LEAVE NAMINE OUT OF THIS Riku: text: Stop threatening to kill my cat with your junk food. S.Cohen: /toilet flush S.Cohen: /more rinsing Repliku: txt: After I offered to bring some home. S.Cohen: /muttering to self: Good lord, how does Hector do it~? Riku: text: I'm grateful for the food, Joe. But you don't need to threaten my cat's life or the state of our living room for it. Repliku: txt: Does he sleep in his makeup? Riku: text: Can't tell. S.Cohen: (sometimes) S.Cohen: /rinsing = makeup rinsed off too. HO SNAPS Riku: /gets a glimpse of the REAL SANDER COHEN Riku: :o S.Cohen: /glowers back through the mirror. Repliku: txt: I bet that Absinthe is really one of those order-by-NV Potions Repliku: txt: I bet Orpheus was right. S.Cohen: "What are you looking at BOY. shut that mouth before it stays that way" Riku: "sorry" Riku: text: Actually, it's alcohol. S.Cohen: /breaks into a smile and chuckles merrily to himself as he wipes off the rest of his face with the towel. Repliku: txt: No, I haven't tried it yet Repliku: txt: sry that was for Jinx Riku: txt: Go text your girlfriend. Repliku: txt: She's not my girlfriend. Riku: txt: Yeah, we'll see. Repliku: txt: I think Namine's sleeping. Riku: txt: I wasn't talking about Namine. Repliku: txt: Not across town nursing weirdoes. S.Cohen: "Oh rrrrriku~?" /the 'r' rolled as he leans in the doorway, more because he can't stand straight than anything else "I have asprin the the cupboard. Fetch it for me. CHOP CHOP" Riku: txt: Wow, Joe, are you that jealous? Repliku: txt: He's going to make a post tomorrow morning like Battler Riku: "Sure" /heads off to go get it Riku: /brings it back with a glass of water Repliku: txt: "I was so drunk last night but that silver haired nurse was so hott" Riku: txt: Isn't that what you get told every night? Repliku: txt: What, no Riku: txt: I was so drunk but that DJ was so hot. Riku: txt: Kind of flat-chested, though. S.Cohen: /still leaning. not gonna move for a few minutes. He takes the asprin first and chases it down with the water, but keeps the cup. some water still in it. necessity :'3 S.Cohen: /spies riku texting S.Cohen: "What is /that/?" /wavering pointing Riku: /is making horrible frowny faces- S.Cohen: /wooo for a second there were two Riku's Riku: "Hm? Oh, my...brother is texting me. He always needs my help" S.Cohen: "....what in /fuck's/ name is 'texting'?" Repliku: txt: I've never heard anyone say that. Repliku: txt: btw, Tifa says hi. S.Cohen: /so elegant with his words Riku: "Uh. Typing. Does your...communicator have a keyboard?" Riku: txt: Tell her I said hi. Repliku: txt: k. S.Cohen: /furrows his brows, drunken thinking. S.Cohen: "mmmmm. you know...I haven't a clue~?" Riku: "Uh. Here." /shows small keyboard on his S.Cohen: "curiouser and curiouser..." S.Cohen: /he looks, but doesn't touch. smart man, he is. Riku: "He's just sending me dumb messages. He's bored. Sorry." Repliku: txt: says b sure 2 get vegetables tomorrow Repliku: txt: At the market Riku: txt: Why? S.Cohen: "I don't /recall/ anything like that on mine...there may be a hidden panel, though. It's not uncommon for hidden things..." Repliku: txt: cause she's like a mom Riku: txt: Don't call her that. She's nice. Repliku: txt: Your mom isn't nice? Riku: "Wouldn't surprise me." Riku: txt: I don't want to think of Tifa as my mom, thanks. Repliku: txt: Neither does Battler, hahaha S.Cohen: "That reminds me of a time when Andrei and I dropped by to see what Sinclair was up to.... [so begins another story]" /he makes his way back to his room Riku: txt: Joe, just be glad Battler's not drunk enough to feel you up. Riku: txt: And on the day that happens, I'll just laugh. Riku: /follows Cohen to listen and to be sure no bottles get thrown at him. S.Cohen: /relatively calm babbling until THAT BASTARD FONTAINE IS MENTIONED Repliku: SUDDEN VIDEO: /random lights and darkness and fog and suddenly a close up of a glass of soda S.Cohen: /rrraaage, HANDS IGNITE Repliku: txt: She gives me freebs. Repliku: txt: =) Riku: /freaks out Riku: txt: Joe, shut up. Repliku: txt: You're just jealous the only thing to drink over there is crazy licorice juice Riku: txt: I have a job at Lion's Gate now. I get tips. S.Cohen: /fist clenching, calms enough to /not/ hurl any fireballs around. seeeeeeeeethe "that DOUBTER..." Riku: txt: 100 a night sort of tips. Repliku: txt: The yuppie job. Riku: "And he's stuck at the bottom of the ocean, far from the surface." Riku: /tries to placaaaate. Repliku: txt: So what is he doing now? Pass out yet? Riku: txt: No, just talking. S.Cohen: /the fire ebbs to just a smoulder S.Cohen: /blah blah little moth blah atlas =/= fontaine speculation blah blah S.Cohen: /blah blah the moth has Jasmine's eyes and Ryan's face blah blah Riku: "Jasmine?" Repliku: txt: I think this girl is wearing bubble wrap. S.Cohen: "Jolene. 'Ryan's Favorite'~, as I recall from the numerous posters produced. She was, for the ease of explanation, a legal /prostitute/." Riku: "...Oh. Uh. Was she his girlfriend, or...?" Riku: txt: That's weird. Do you have a pin on you? Repliku: txt: Or a weird plastic shirt or something. People wear weird things to clubs. S.Cohen: "What do /you/ think?" Riku: "Side-girl?" Repliku: txt: No. just Soul Eater. Could get a martini toothpick? Riku: txt: That won't work. Oh well. S.Cohen: /flopped back on the bed now, a different trashbin sitting next to the bed just in case Riku: /scoops up rabbit and gives him/her/it to cohen Repliku: txt: And guy (or girl?) with hair that looks like Zexion Riku: txt: ...Send a picture. S.Cohen: "maybe. /probably/. Jolene was- ah...." /takes bunny and rests it on his chest Repliku: JPEG:
< EMOKID.gif > Riku: /tries not to look distracted. is obvs amused at zexion pretending to hide from his replica Repliku: txt: So many people with skunk hair. They call it 'seen'? S.Cohen: /babbles about how much of a bore Ryan's squeeze was and how plain she looked. blah blah getting sleepy blah Riku: /sits near the bed to keep him company til he tires out Riku: txt --> Zexion:
< EMOKID.gif > S.Cohen: /eventually the tale trails to mumbles and soon to soft snores. He's out...like the dying heartbeat of a little girl. ;D Riku: txt --> Zexion: Way to be inconspicuous, Zexion. Riku: /puts a sheet over cohen, cleans up the bottles, and quietly puts them in the garbage outside S.Cohen: /dead to the world Repliku: txt: You better be getting overtime. Riku: txt: No, he's asleep now. Repliku: txt: How long u staying? Riku: /gets what's left of a bottle of absinthe and tries it Riku: /and spits it out Riku: txt: Absinthe is gross. Repliku: txt: tried? or just from the puke? Riku: txt: Tried. Riku: txt: What time is it? S.Cohen: /snore Repliku: txt: 2:47 S.Cohen: /the few rabbit masks hanging on the walls are staaaarrring at yoouuuuu Riku: txt: Shoot. I should stay here. Repliku: txt: get a clock on your NV! Riku: /THIS APARTMENT IS SCARY, BRO Repliku: txt: Afraid of the darkness? Chicken. You can get on the night subway S.Cohen: /rested against the wall are some unfinished paintings. all fairly...grim Riku: /gets out coffee for cohen, stares at masks. and paintings. Riku: txt: His apartment's weird. Repliku: Tifa, we are so Pro with the darkness, you don't need to worry Riku: txt:
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< apartment3.jpg > Repliku: txt: How weird? Like the one with the animals? Repliku: txt: Oh. Weird. Riku: txt:
< paintings.jpg > S.Cohen: /closet creaked open a tad. inside a little chest. some clothes, and another painting, smaller, resting inside. looks like a finished painting of the atrium of fort frolic Riku: txt:
< creepymasks.jpg > Riku: /snoops the apartment, la~dee~da~ S.Cohen: /complete with leaking water from the ceiling and blah Repliku: txt: is that his apartment or the theatre proproom? Riku: txt: Apartment. S.Cohen: /easel out in dining room. two paintings. one of a spider splicer mid backfllip Repliku: txt: He must rly like rabbits. S.Cohen: /another only pencilled in. a woman sitting in a tub Riku: txt: He's really something. Riku: txt: Oh what is this. Riku: txt:
< pencilwoman.jpg > S.Cohen: /sketches spread out on the table. S.Cohen: (the woman is culpepper, that bitch) Riku: /admires sketches, looks at everything S.Cohen: (in fact, let there be a little word arrowed next to it saying "wench") Repliku: txt: I'm glad Namine's class is drawing nakeds yet. Repliku: txt: isn't. Riku: txt: Sure you are. Repliku: txt: shut up S.Cohen: (sketches are all miscellaneous things. the city, the apartments, people he's seen, some of the dancers in the theater, etc) S.Cohen: (a few of ammy when she was eating his steak) Riku: /admires. awww ammy. S.Cohen: (kitchen is relatively clean.) Riku: /thankful S.Cohen: (dining table was moved to make room for the easel) S.Cohen: (a picture pinned to the wall. sketch of BB moments before his death) Riku: /brb staring at BB painting with shock 8| S.Cohen: (annnd that's about it. unless you're snooping through drawers ;D ) Riku: (no way, he's not THAT curious) S.Cohen: (oh, and sheet music. also on the table) S.Cohen: (forgot about that. and the score and sheets for the current play at the theater. an actor's gotta know his lines after all) Riku: (that's good of him. this experience will be weirdly both admirable and...creepy as hell) S.Cohen: (glad you didn't rifle through the closet more. there be a nearly empty bag of plaster powder in there ;D ) Riku: (no, let's not break that yet~) S.Cohen: (good boy) Riku: (cuz then riku would have to die) S.Cohen: (yyeeeaaahh :( ) S.Cohen: (or become the first piece to his new polyptych) Riku: (D|) Repliku: txt: sry dropped phone Repliku: txt: dark under DJ table Repliku: txt: Make sure you write yourself an IOU Repliku: txt: Put it on his alarmclock. Riku: txt: Don't worry. Sander Cohen never forgets.