Delivering the knife [Closed]
Who: Vincent Nightray boat-lights Jack Bezarius dontcallmehero
Where: Jack's residence, in the city
Style: Either~
Status: Closed - just give a holler if you want in! o/
//Backlogged to take place before the Murder Mystery Event
[Progress is quick this night, for most of the residents of the city were enjoying the festivities at the heart of the village, and in turn, the city itself was deserted in comparison. It was only child's play for him to sneak from the church unnoticed upon sending his visitors off with a pleasant fair well, and make his way through the deserted streets unseen.
He could feel the liquid within the vial splashing against the sides of its container, could feel the vial burning a hole in his pocket. The night air is cold - he could feel it upon his bare hands, carefully cradling the small bag of sweets that Miss Ada had prepared beforehand with a nod and such a sweet smile.
It could almost give him a sense of guilt, if he had any left.
Upon reaching the residence, he pauses. And then, rearranging his bundle, he allows the smile to slowly crawl back upon his face. Jack... may do any number of things upon seeing him. He may smile. He may cry. He may push aside his hair and comment upon his eyes. And he has to be ready for all of them - for it would not do to allow himself to slip before Jack tonight.
A test, if you will. There were certain things he has to ensure.
He smiles.
He lifts a hand, and knocks.]
Where: Jack's residence, in the city
Style: Either~
Status: Closed - just give a holler if you want in! o/
//Backlogged to take place before the Murder Mystery Event
[Progress is quick this night, for most of the residents of the city were enjoying the festivities at the heart of the village, and in turn, the city itself was deserted in comparison. It was only child's play for him to sneak from the church unnoticed upon sending his visitors off with a pleasant fair well, and make his way through the deserted streets unseen.
He could feel the liquid within the vial splashing against the sides of its container, could feel the vial burning a hole in his pocket. The night air is cold - he could feel it upon his bare hands, carefully cradling the small bag of sweets that Miss Ada had prepared beforehand with a nod and such a sweet smile.
It could almost give him a sense of guilt, if he had any left.
Upon reaching the residence, he pauses. And then, rearranging his bundle, he allows the smile to slowly crawl back upon his face. Jack... may do any number of things upon seeing him. He may smile. He may cry. He may push aside his hair and comment upon his eyes. And he has to be ready for all of them - for it would not do to allow himself to slip before Jack tonight.
A test, if you will. There were certain things he has to ensure.
He smiles.
He lifts a hand, and knocks.]