Nov 15, 2010 03:03
[A young man wanders through the halls, a rusted pipe gripped firmly in his hand. He glances around from time to time, ever alert. Cuts and scrapes decorate his skin, the bandages seem old and tattered.
Stopping at a corpse, he crouches down and starts rifling through it’s pockets, muttering apologies.]
who are you?,
blame the irc,
he doesn't even go here!,
suspension of disbelief,
i am so scared,
how many tags does one man need,
an longtime ago,
pretend to be straight,
and suddenly-,
amir is not chinese,
how do i roleplay,
brb poverty
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What are you saying sorry for?
/steps into the dim light like the Beast
He's dead.
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I dunno...just feels right I suppose.
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/looks down at the corpse
/nudges it with a foot
Kind of a waste doing what's right to those who're not here anymore.
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[He turns back to the corpse, grabbing what he can from it's pockets and shoving it into his own. He stops halfway through his plundering and looks up to her again.]
Did you want anything from him? He's got a little can of sardines.
{Holds it up to her and shakes it a little.]
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Hello..? Are you alright?
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As good as you can be around here. My names Amir, Miss.
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..This may be silly, but I used to have a friend called Amir. Did you ever know a girl by the name of Eleanor..?
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[He pauses as realization hits him and grins.]
I did indeed! A real devil of a child, she was!
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He stands up carefully and backs away. He doesn't know much about Alphas, but he's hoping they're like most Big Daddies and will leave him be.]
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Can I do something for you...?
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/begins to hum to herself, ignoring the boy's presence.
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He gets to his feet, intent to leave in case one does show up for her.]
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/tilts her head to look up at the boy, before dropping her needle and standing up, the needle clanging to the floor as she squeals:
No strangers, no!
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[Darts into a nearby room to hide!]
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When she speaks, it's in a strong Dublin accent, still not lost after all these years.]
"Aven't seen ye around 'ere before."
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Don't get out much, Ma'am.
[He sets the pipe down, turning back to continue going through the corpses pockets.]
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Not many of us do, all trapped down 'ere an' the like. Surprised ye even have a place to stay in when ev-rythin's gettin' raided by the bloody sploicers.
What's ya name, boyo?
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