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[wither_wilt]

Solomon is walking the streets. Hands stuffed deep into his leather jacket's pockets, watching the worn toes of his boots as he makes his way back vaguely toward his apartment.

Well.

How enlightening this has all been.

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[bass_line_blues]

"Hey, man -"

Preston caught his scent a few streets back; he's been hurrying a little to catch up.

[wither_wilt]

"What the fuck, man? What's the point of all this? Anna said the dude was bad news, but what's he got to gain from causing shit?"

Salla shakes his head because he does know, but still.

"It is just all so. Worthless."

[bass_line_blues]

"Speaking as the guy who's ass was set to be the next entree in Chicago's Death and Destruction Special," Preston says, dry, "I'm with you there."

He slows as he comes up next to Salla.

"Still think it doesn't have to be worthless, though. We can turn it around."

[wither_wilt]

"Yeah? Your court idea?"

Salla slows his own long legged jog so they aren't rushing. No shabbles about right now.

"Do you really think you can get these guys a fair trial? Even the image of it? It was a cold attack. Some of the people here will argue once they actually get their hands on physical people that it makes the social structure we've built look weak if we don't."

He makes a face.

[toomuchstoker]

And we all love enlightenment, of course.

Well.

Not all.

There's someone leaning against a lamp post up ahead, a lit cigarette glows red, and smoke wreathes around his head. Guess who?

[wither_wilt]

Salla squints, but doesn't hesitate.

"Yo," as he lights his own cigarette.

[toomuchstoker]

"Yo." One corner of his lips twitches up in a wry smile. "Salla, right?"

Nicky has good night vision. This is like saying during a hurricane, there's a little rain.

[wither_wilt]

"Got it in one."

"Out for a snack?"

He is going to assume!