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brian_durlin in jla_watchtower

Daddy Deadest

Jun 16, 2006 19:41

Savant steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, humming under his breath as he makes his way to his room. Since being assigned to live in this squalid little section of Gotham, he and Creote have learned to keep their showers to five minutes or less, otherwise water starts to seep out around the molding. He decides that he is ( Read more... )

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love_of_duty June 17 2006, 03:06:18 UTC

Creote's in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he hears Savant's call. The large, intimidating man is a definite sight to behold in his yellow apron with a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other.

Especially when you consider that he knows ten easy ways to kill you with either alone.

His reply to his friend is a very simple one; Creote's never been the talkative type.

"Hm?"

brian_durlin June 17 2006, 03:22:32 UTC

Savant lurches to a halt in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Creote..." He pauses a moment, looking lost. He stammers a moment, then collectes himself. "Have...this week, have I mentioned my mother dying?"

love_of_duty June 17 2006, 03:29:43 UTC

"You mentioned having killed a mother hen on Tuesday, but it was actually last winter when we were in France. Nothing about your mother."

Creote would remember something like that, after all.

Though, this would explain why the phone call with her was so much shorter today than normal.

"When do we leave?"

brian_durlin June 17 2006, 03:40:35 UTC

"Why would we leave? This happened nearly two weeks ago, Creote. The arrangements...have been take care of..." Savant trails off, slumping against the doorway for a moment. He straightens quickly. "Excuse me, Creote. I'll be back before breakfast gets cold. I wouldn't want to miss it."

He turns before Creote can say anything and retreats to his room, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. The door does little to muffle the furious scream that follows or the sounds of breaking furniture and shattering glass.

Thread 9

brian_durlin June 17 2006, 05:15:26 UTC

Getting away from a woman with the information of the world at her fingertips, not to mention a pair of eyes wherever there's a picture screen to be found, is not the easiest thing in the world. It is made even more difficult when one is handicapped by having no computer access of one's own. Throw in the fact that said woman also has friends who hit very hard -- one of whom also bears a major, if perfectly understandable, grudge against one's self and companion -- and ariel transport at her disposal, and it becomes absolutely unfair ( ... )