Comments | damned: Day 56: Callahan's Grocer (Noon)

gamingsostfu in damned

Day 56: Callahan's Grocer (Noon)

May 08, 2011 21:43

Matt was leading the way to the grocery store; it was easy to tell what was what here, thankfully. A really simple town, so far as he could tell, and the best bet he had here from the looks of it was the grocery store.

If they didn't have his smokes, he was screwed.

Mello could follow as long as he wanted. It wasn't like Matt was going to just fall ( Read more... )

izaya, kenshin, mello, matt

Comments 9

swornandbroken May 9 2011, 06:44:19 UTC

Oh yes, Mello was sticking close (not following, no, just making sure his friend remained in a state to be useful), all the more so since the revelation of what they'd done to Matt. His fault; he could admit it, and had done, and if Matt needed an apology in as many words, well. He didn't know Mello half as well as he ought.

The most blatant of the irritability probably had another cause, though, because obviously Mello's presence, in and of itself, wouldn't be annoying without extenuating circumstances.

"Right here, you tosser." This was his way of saying he didn't intend to treat Matt any differently, any more than Matt had done to him after hearing about his ordeal. "After we deal with your addiction, it's my turn."

unmocked_lawr May 10 2011, 01:08:59 UTC

It didn't seem as if the town had changed considerably since their last visit, and it appeared their captors were happy to keep it that way. And now they had some spare change besides, though Javert wondered how a card could constitute money of any sort and doubted they'd be permitted to purchase anything of real value. Still, he entered the grocer's with a curious eye. If nothing, perhaps the promise of money might draw information from one of the residents.

What actually ended up catching his eye as he entered were the two young men by the door. A stroke of luck, it seemed--precisely whom he wanted to speak to. Perhaps today might turn out useful after all.

For now, he settled with a quick nod of acknowledgment as he dusted snow off his overcoat and shook it from his boots. Matt certainly didn't look much different, nervousness aside.

sorry this took so long! gamingsostfu May 16 2011, 01:24:45 UTC

Matt just shot Mello a short glare; hands still shoved into the pockets of the stupid jacket he was wearing for no other reason than to at least seem like he was doing something to fend off the cold he couldn't feel, he nodded in return to Javert, fully aware that a talk was inevitable. Javert, he knew, would want to know what had gone on in that room the night before, and he couldn't really blame him; someone needed to keep gathering information that could pose a potential use to newcomers and veterans of Landel's alike ( ... )

swornandbroken May 17 2011, 02:21:12 UTC

"Javert." Mello greeted him with a nod, and a warmer tone to his voice than almost anyone else would've rated. Maybe he'd be able to get details out of Matt that Mello hadn't got, so far. It would be just like Matt to spill the info in the name of science, while trying to keep it from his supposed best friend.

Yes, because you told him everything up front. It didn't take a fight or anything to make you admit to any sort of weakness.

He jerked his chin towards the door and headed that way, turning from the other two so they wouldn't see the scowl the bugs always inspired. Fine, he admitted inwardly; he did suppose Matt had a right to his shirtiness. This wasn't something he could do anything about, even if the doctor in town weren't a total loss. Assuming Matt got in to see him at all, which was next to impossible, what would the asshole do? Tell him it was in his head and send him on his way, that was what. They were all crazy, right ( ... )

Thread 7

predictator May 10 2011, 21:19:44 UTC

As far as Izaya was concerned, the credit card he'd received that morning was all but useless. Not only was the amount barely worth anything at all-only five dollars, according to the rank on his dog tags and the morning announcement-but even if it were worth something more, he couldn't use it to purchase what he considered most valuable here. Five dollars credit didn't exactly go a long way towards gaining information. If it was a matter of bribes, cash would have been essential to loosening lips... Barter had its own value, but it was much trickier ( ... )

(The comment has been removed)

predictator May 12 2011, 18:32:53 UTC

Ah, it looked like this aisle had held something good after all, though it had nothing to do with the food at all. As he continued walking, he noticed there was a short red-headed man staring at boxes of cereal with an expression that was... What? Alarm? Repulsion? Shock or dismay? It was difficult to tell for sure from this angle and distance, so Izaya drew closer.

He came to a stop once there was only a foot or so between them, leaning to the side to get a better view of the man's face.

"Are you alright?" he asked politely, partly to announce his presence and partly to prompt the man into speaking. What a nice expression he had! And Izaya could see a scar on the man's face better now, which intrigued him. How had he gotten it? Work? A fight? It was a rather peculiar shape, crossed like that; it seemed like the kind of thing that might have had a story behind it.