Just another candle chasing a spark [Active/Open]
Characters: Break, Donovan (Art Enthusiast), anyone else
Setting: Theatre
Time: Day 015, after The First Impossible Thing
Summary: Break's current clothes are covered in blood. Obviously this calls for trip to the theatre's wardrobes.
Warnings: None yet?
It was a relief to be away from Watanuki for a bit. It wasn't that he minded the boy, per se. He was plenty useful. The trouble was, he was also having a fit of conscience over the incident with the Crawling Boy. Break had tried to calm him down, but one can only do so much, and when an earthquake started up on top of it all, Break had made a hasty exit. He could deal with either the boy or the house falling apart on him, but it was a bit much to deal with both at once.
So he left Watanuki in favour of hot bath; he was covered in blood, both his own and Gale's. It was a decidedly good idea, even if the steam made him dizzy, but when he got out of the bath, he realized just how filty they were in comparison. He had managed a few baths since they had returned because the hot water soothed the fever chills, but he had been too tired and sick to bother washing his clothes. But it bothered him now; even if couldn't see them, he could feel the blood and grime on them. If he was going to get back into the swing of things and collect pawns for this little game, he would need to clean up a bit. It would be difficult enough getting people to listen to a madman with no eyes-- being covered in blood would make it that much worse.
So he'd found his way to the theatre again, in search of something clean to wear while he did laundry. He was exhausted by the time he arrived; walking was still quite the ordeal. He collapsed onto one of the crates to catch his breath and think. He had relied on Watanuki to find and cut his new wig, but what could he do about clothes? You can't feel colours, after all.
Setting: Theatre
Time: Day 015, after The First Impossible Thing
Summary: Break's current clothes are covered in blood. Obviously this calls for trip to the theatre's wardrobes.
Warnings: None yet?
It was a relief to be away from Watanuki for a bit. It wasn't that he minded the boy, per se. He was plenty useful. The trouble was, he was also having a fit of conscience over the incident with the Crawling Boy. Break had tried to calm him down, but one can only do so much, and when an earthquake started up on top of it all, Break had made a hasty exit. He could deal with either the boy or the house falling apart on him, but it was a bit much to deal with both at once.
So he left Watanuki in favour of hot bath; he was covered in blood, both his own and Gale's. It was a decidedly good idea, even if the steam made him dizzy, but when he got out of the bath, he realized just how filty they were in comparison. He had managed a few baths since they had returned because the hot water soothed the fever chills, but he had been too tired and sick to bother washing his clothes. But it bothered him now; even if couldn't see them, he could feel the blood and grime on them. If he was going to get back into the swing of things and collect pawns for this little game, he would need to clean up a bit. It would be difficult enough getting people to listen to a madman with no eyes-- being covered in blood would make it that much worse.
So he'd found his way to the theatre again, in search of something clean to wear while he did laundry. He was exhausted by the time he arrived; walking was still quite the ordeal. He collapsed onto one of the crates to catch his breath and think. He had relied on Watanuki to find and cut his new wig, but what could he do about clothes? You can't feel colours, after all.