Jaws that bite and claws that catch [closed]
Characters: Badou Nails (smokeeasy), Jonathan Crane (ornithophobia), and later Dave Nails (smokeyou_out).
Location: Red-light district, near the Bitch's Brew Bar.
Rating: R(?)
Time: August 6th, evening.
Description: Badou arranged to meet Dave and tell him that they're brothers, not to meet Scarecrow and have to relive the way he lost his brother to begin with.
Badou wanted to believe he'd done the hardest part just setting up this meeting. He wanted to believe that once they were sitting there face-to-face it would all be easier, that the words would all just fall into place, or that maybe in person Dave would just know him and save him from having to say much of anything at all.
Heh. Right. That was a pipe dream, and he knew it.
Back here in the real world--yeah, that was a good joke, right?--he was going to have to do the talking. A lot of talking. And that meant he was going to need to know what to say.
So that was what he was thinking about, what he had been thinking about practically since he'd managed to ask his brother to come out and meet him. Wasn't like he'd had any brilliant ideas. And it also wasn't like he was focusing on roving burlap-hooded maniacs armed with fear gas and a really ironic sense of timing.
Sure he knew that Crane was out there somewhere, gassing whoever came across his path. He was just so preoccupied with the idea of seeing and talking to his brother who'd been dead for seven years, that it had sort of...slipped his mind.
And now, here he was, cigarette between his lips, heading straight for the Bitch's Brew, paying little enough mind to his surroundings, with all his attention focused on the prospect of the meeting he was about to have.
Far too focused, as it turned out, to anticipate the other meeting he was about to have.
Location: Red-light district, near the Bitch's Brew Bar.
Rating: R(?)
Time: August 6th, evening.
Description: Badou arranged to meet Dave and tell him that they're brothers, not to meet Scarecrow and have to relive the way he lost his brother to begin with.
Badou wanted to believe he'd done the hardest part just setting up this meeting. He wanted to believe that once they were sitting there face-to-face it would all be easier, that the words would all just fall into place, or that maybe in person Dave would just know him and save him from having to say much of anything at all.
Heh. Right. That was a pipe dream, and he knew it.
Back here in the real world--yeah, that was a good joke, right?--he was going to have to do the talking. A lot of talking. And that meant he was going to need to know what to say.
So that was what he was thinking about, what he had been thinking about practically since he'd managed to ask his brother to come out and meet him. Wasn't like he'd had any brilliant ideas. And it also wasn't like he was focusing on roving burlap-hooded maniacs armed with fear gas and a really ironic sense of timing.
Sure he knew that Crane was out there somewhere, gassing whoever came across his path. He was just so preoccupied with the idea of seeing and talking to his brother who'd been dead for seven years, that it had sort of...slipped his mind.
And now, here he was, cigarette between his lips, heading straight for the Bitch's Brew, paying little enough mind to his surroundings, with all his attention focused on the prospect of the meeting he was about to have.
Far too focused, as it turned out, to anticipate the other meeting he was about to have.