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so 'bout that one time.

Nov 19, 2010 01:27

Who: whipfist and soldiershin
When: Today (Nov. 19th), sometime during the daylight hours
Where: Around the edges of Sector 6 (near Jomy's shiny new apartment)
Summary: Jomy gets pinged by a random rage-fit (spoilers: it's Alex) and goes to investigate.
Warnings: Probably nothing?

( we're onto something )

jomy marquis shin, †: alex mercer

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whipfist November 19 2010, 18:18:17 UTC

The cold wasn't bothering him too much, what with his three layers and constantly-raised body temperature. The infection kept him warm almost all the time. It was preferable to the heat of the east coast back home, that inescapable wave. Alex could spend his entire life in the winter here and be without complaint ( ... )

soldiershin November 19 2010, 20:01:35 UTC

An angry note against the backdrop of silence; in catching his attention, it was as effective as any disaster ( ... )

whipfist November 19 2010, 20:16:40 UTC

Right in the middle of thinking about Manhattan again, about his sister, about the military back there... and he heard someone calling his name. Alex froze where he stood, hearing that voice which somehow rang a bell but he couldn't match a face to it in that moment. He turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder in a manner that made him look as though he was suspicious of whoever it was.

Jomy... ?

Alex relaxed a bit, straightening himself up and turning fully toward. He didn't completely trust him but he'd gotten a sense of genuineness, at least, that he didn't have any ulterior motives.

"Hi."

It was a bit awkward-sounding, like he wasn't expecting this at all - which he wasn't, but there it was. The sense of anger was still there, but slowly dissipated as he stood there, trying to greet Jomy like a normal person.

soldiershin November 19 2010, 21:00:57 UTC

The effort was appreciated, at the very least. Bypassing the awkwardness was easy enough, but it still took some degree of effort for Jomy to completely blink past the thoughts-feelings-images. It was somewhat of an accomplishment that he managed it without the physical shaking of the head, dragging his focus away from the wordless cues to the physical ones.

He continued his approach forward until he stopped at an arm's length away, keeping that polite, but not unfriendly, distance between them. Jomy smiled in silent greeting, his head tilting a fraction to give away his curiosity prematurely.

"Hello," he returned. What he really wanted to know: what happened? Are you alright? Things he couldn't quite say, not without feeling a need to explain why he started off the conversation in such a manner. Perhaps it was even just a transient thing, as the anger was already beginning to ease away. Nothing he had to ask after (yet ( ... )

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