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telekineticity in purgatorium_log

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Dec 01, 2007 01:38

Who: Jean [Open to Anyone]
When: Tonight
Where: Around the church
Rating: E for Emo
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Jean's quite the upset one. So instead of sitting at her house, she wanders around town.

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ff7: vincent, xmen: jean, !incomplete

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foreswear December 1 2007, 08:00:17 UTC

He had spotted her not far from where he sat, gun in hand with cool steel glinting in the light given off by a lamppost not far from the steps he had situated himself on. Across from him, the nearly desecrated church stood steady and silent, glowing with some sort of odd and eerie presence that drifted about his surroundings, casting every inch of land in a gentle serenity that spoke through the heavy thicket of blackness. He sat, thinking, because... well, Vincent was always thinking about something, wasn't he? Usually, it nearly always had to do with Hojo, or Hojo's orders to him, or Kazuki, or Namine, or any other person in his life who had some sort of impact that left him stranded, confused, pulled in all sorts of directions. There were too many things he had to do. Too many duties he needed to fulfill, and he couldn't do it, not the way he should have been doing it. Not when he was working with so many very different people at the same time. It was hard, and it was exhausting ( ... )

telekineticity December 1 2007, 08:13:19 UTC

She recognized the voice easily. "Vincent ( ... )

foreswear December 1 2007, 08:33:24 UTC

Definitely upset, he decided.

And he knew, vaguely, about what had been happening with Logan. Knew vaguely of the events surrounding Schuldig's death, and that, yes, he had been involved in them. Knew bits and pieces of the stories passed around the lower level of the city -- knew enough so that he could understand her reason for being upset, for looking the way she did. Still, it didn't stop him from being bothered at seeing her that way. It took every ounce of will in him not to reach out and draw her to him, because no, she wasn't Namine, and she wasn't Lucrecia, and he couldn't just do those sorts of things with a woman who wasn't entirely familiar with him.

So, he kept his distance, stood feet from her as his vision wavered from her face over to the church. He nodded in time with her words, red eyes moving over the stone of the building, up to the cross at the top, before his attention shifted back over to the woman not far from him. So sad, and it made some part of him ache, some force from within his stomach that had it ( ... )

telekineticity December 1 2007, 08:45:18 UTC

"That would be accurate, I don't think I've slept since Logan dissapeared. It feels like I've been up for a month nonstop now." Oh, she was positive that she had dark circles under her eyes, and was fairly certain that she had lost some weight due to her not eating, as her pants now slid off her hips as she walked. She knew that her hair was a tangled mess, and she looked like Hell. But she didn't care, really ( ... )

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