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Just another candle chasing a spark [Active/Open]

Jan 08, 2010 07:14

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?

( Stumblin' around by the light of the stragglers' moon )

xerxes break (pandora hearts), *acedia, #ghosts, !day 015

Comments 9

dollsy_npcs January 18 2010, 05:17:17 UTC

Ah, the theatre - a truly fine place as a getaway for a man of the arts, regardless of how unpleasant parts of it were. Truly a shame, actually, that these bodies had simply been strewn about on the stage, making a mess of it. It was hardly the way to treat such a wonderful cultural place ( ... )

omnomnomsweets January 20 2010, 10:57:05 UTC

Break looked up when he heard footsteps, his hand drifting to his cane. It was day, but that didn't make him feel as safe as it usually did; he had just been an accomplice to cutting off a boy's finger, and the boy was very fast to heal. It wouldn't be unreasonable for the boy or one of the other ghosts to come looking for him. The footsteps were heavy enough for an adult, but not a particularly large one. The voice was friendly enough, but each word of the warm voice sent bits of colour flashing on and off at the corners of his vision. It was a little surreal seeing something without eyes, and he very nearly missed what the man had actually said.

"Oh, I hope not. It doesn't seem the audience treats the actors very well around here," he said, waving at the mess on the stage. "I'm an intruder." The last bit was accompanied by a mischievous smile, though it lacked the typical over-the-top energy he put into things. The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak; a little pain, starvation, and insanity might dim his smile and lower his ( ... )

dollsy_npcs January 22 2010, 03:00:57 UTC

Fortunately, Donovan was unaware of whatever it was that this man had been an accomplice to, whether recently or far off - and as a result, he was more than jovial, voice simply teasing. He looked this peculiar man over again, his strange - almost shocking - appearance. Luckily, little was able to phase the previously-dead man, at this point, and so he simply opted for another remark in jest, though he made a point to sound quite serious when he said it: "Then it appears that they do not treat the intrudes very well, either."

He could tell that he would appreciate this man, as his smile began to match with his, or at least was close enough to it. The aristocrat straightened his overcoat slightly, before ducking into a bow (that he doubted could be seen), "Donovan, by the way. A pleasure."

omnomnomsweets January 25 2010, 06:22:42 UTC

Break gave a light laugh at the comment. Another reason to change clothes, he supposed. He couldn't forego the bandages on his right eye so he could hardly pretend that nothing was wrong, but keeping clean would at least make it seem further in the past and thus less likely that people would think much of it. He listened to the man, who spoke in a strangely familiar accent. There was a rustle of clothing, dropping slightly lower-- a bow, or perhaps he was taking a seat. His name sent little gold sparks raining down over the other colours, like tiny fireworks. Interesting.

"Oh, don't blame the actors. They're the sweetest corpses I've met in this house. Not one of them has tried to bite me." He smiled and offered a large lollipop in the general direction of the voice. "Xerxes Break, the pleasure is mine. Were you looking for something?"

Not that he could be of any help, or would want to despite how pleasant Donovan seemed, but Break was curious. This theatre was rather off the beaten path and positively vile. People who came here ( ... )

dollsy_npcs February 1 2010, 23:35:22 UTC

Oh, if Donovan wasn't liking this man all ready. He seemed like just the company he would like to keep, because he wasn't even allowing himself to be phased by the man's state of dress or what it might mean; especially considering the place they were in. "I suppose you are right," he replied, "Corpses could not get much more agreeable! I'd much rather they kept their hands to themselves if they aren't going to do anything productive with them."

There was a raised eyebrow at the question that followed, before an answer that held hints of mocking, despite the serious presentation, "I was looking for a hint of culture, though it seems that this isn't the best place for that after all," a grin as he turned away, looking over the props and costumes, "The materials are here, but it really is a shame what they've done with the place.

"And you, Mister Xerxes?" he asked, feeling it fair game to ask the question in turn, "I cannot say I was expecting to find anyone alive back here, once I saw the state of those out there." Of course, there ( ... )