Who: Allelujah, Lockon
Where: The Courthouse
Style: Third
Status: Semi-closed - if you're interested, just ask :D
Picking his way across the city proved more difficult than it used to be, with debris from storm and quake still littered across many streets. Desolate buildings lined the walkways, some having fared worse than others, and while no sign of
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He stood up at seeing the familiar form and headed right over. "Allelujah," he said, relieved to see that he looked as though he'd made it through alright.
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There was a short pause before Lockon began to feel strangely rude, as though he should be hospitable- well, living in the courthouse for the past few days had made him start to think of it as a temporary home of sorts. "Hey, let's go sit down." He motioned to some chairs over by a window. "How are you?"
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Allelujah hesitated at the query; it was one he had almost hoped to avoid, futile as that wish was. "I'm fine. There was sufficient shelter nearby and I was able to wait out the worst of it."
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"I didn't know you could use credit cards here," he noted, even though there was no name, or numbers on the card. Still, though, it was the same size as one. Vaguely he noted the slot that was in his Dreamberry. A slot that he hadn't ever noticed before. "...Weird."
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"Perhaps...information storage?" He glanced around the Courthouse. "Could it belong to someone here?"
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There was a small pause as he wondered what could be on it. Either something personal, or ... information about this world, maybe. Who knew. "Hey, let's take a look at them."
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He swiped the card in his Dreamberry decisively.
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He moved to stand - and only a quick flail at the thing in front of him stopped him from tumbling forward onto the ground. He didn't grab it however, because he couldn't. He couldn't see his hands. They were buried in something. Slowly, very slowly, he tilted his head to stare down. There was a heartbeat where it was nothing but jumbled shapes and colours, senses straining to understand what they were seeing. And then...he gasped and shoved himself back upright, back colliding with something hard behind it - a chair? - and there was a tonne of dark cloth all over him and these weren't his clothes.
Allelujah clapped two sleeve-muffled hands over his mouth, stifling the cry to a mere yelp.
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Dazed, he blinked, staring around at- seriously, what the heck- the place he was in and all of the people milling around in it. Neil was feeling strongly displaced, and the sensation filled him with anxiety- it was like... Well, it was like when you fell asleep at school with your head on the desk and being jolted awake by the teacher. You always had several seconds of utter confusion where you wondered why you weren't in your bed. It was like that. Neil shifted uncomfortably on his chair and stared at the phone in his hands.
"Um." He stared across at the boy sitting in the chair opposite him and then once more took in the adults scattered around the room, who seemed to be ignoring them both. Neil looked back to the other boy. He had no idea who he was. He blinked several times, feeling rather stupid, and wondered if he'd been whacked on the head. "......Hi," he finally said.
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A voice made him look over to the side. Maybe someone- oh. The boy there looked confused too. And it wasn't even someone he'd seen before. Allelujah looked at his lap, and swallowed. "Hello."
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He looked over his shoulder and then back to the boy. "Sooo, uh... You don't know where we are either, right? 'Cause I'd be pretty glad if you didn't."
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He shook his head, hard. "I don't know. I've never been here before."
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He tilted his head. "All of these people here are kidnappers, I bet. Huh. That's not good." Despite what he said, his tone was light and he was edging out of the uncomfortably oversized vest draped on him. The green t-shirt hung past his elbows.
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