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Going to the 4th Floor [Part I]

Jan 25, 2009 15:42

Characters: Alexi/Skwisgaar (blondsambitions), Scales/Novak (lizardoverdose), & Phoenix/Logan (metalandashes)
Date/Time: January 25th/Afternoon
Location: Elevator
Rating: PG13 for cussing, probably
Summary: They're gettin' trapped in the closet elevator

( I'm in the elevator, like, Man, what the f*** is goin' on?//You're not gonna believe it, but things get deeper as the story goes on~~~ )

*trip to the 4th floor, ~metalocalypse: skwisgaar (alexi), ~original: novak (scales), ~marvel 616: logan (phoenix)

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lizardoverdose January 26 2009, 19:52:32 UTC

Scales was pretty pleased with the fact that he now had a job. As a matter of fact, he now had two jobs! Things were looking pretty good for him, especially because this also meant that he had more money to eat. He was bummed that Smoke was closing the bar at least now, though. That wouldn't be how anyone wanted people to go on, he bet. If he died, he would want people to be chill about it. Be sad, yeah, but not weep everywhere and stop life as we know it. He had a messenger bag over one shoulder with his journal and a lunch for him and maybe some crap to brighten up his house - decorations and that part. He was nearly bundled up, wearing a leather jacket and gloves, a scarf, a beanie, pants and his tail warmer. Damn, why couldn't it just get fucking warm already?

"Yo, Alexi," he said, as he managed to catch the elevator before it left. "What's up?"

metalandashes January 27 2009, 01:49:54 UTC

Phoenix stood in one corner of the elevator, a block of wood held under one arm, his eyes dark and shadowy with thought. He was thinking -- not for the first time -- about his dream.

The bird, the woman. Phoenix. Who was she to him? He thought maybe he loved her, but then why did he have to kill her? What had she done to deserve only death at his hands?

Movement at the front of the elevator brought him some way out of his pensive state. His eyes flicked over creature as he entered, his nostrils flaring on a wave of dry reptile scent. He shifted a little on his feet, but said nothing. He was a man with metal blades buried deep in his forearms and an inability to be hurt: he had no reason to judge a person covered in scales.

blondsambitions January 27 2009, 02:35:33 UTC

"Hey, Scales," Alexi said with a nod. Even draped in an assortment of heavy garments, he could still recognize the lizardman. "Just headings home. What's about you?"

He didn't recognize the other person in the elevator. Still, Alexi nodded with some sort of acknowledgment. His gaze drifted over to the doors as they closed.

lizardoverdose January 27 2009, 03:49:06 UTC

That was a suspicious looking fellow - Scales could feel it on him, in those dark eyes (sort of animalistic, in a weird sort of way). It wasn't that he was worried about the guy - he was seven feet of armor, after all - but that he felt almost an immediate kindred with him for reasons not yet identified. It was yet another thing to muse and ponder and contemplate over, and to be honest, seemed a whole lot more interesting than anything else. Could this guy be from his past? Possible. What other possibilities existed? He gave the guy a curt nod but felt too bogged down by his layers at the weather to do much more.

"Same here, same here. Got dinner and all of that stuff, maybe gonna go over to the dojo later if I'm not too tired, fuck this weather."

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