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[whipfist]

Who: Alex & Desmond.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Sector 4.
Summary: Desmond gets caught outside while the sirens go off. Alex runs across him.
Warnings: Violence?!

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[bleedaffected]

It wasn't something that had happened on purpose. Lacking a job or anything to really do with his life for the time being, Desmond found that he was slowly falling back into the same old habits he'd had the last time he'd lived on his own. That was to say that his day happened at night and his night was the daytime. At any other point in his life, this hadn't been an issue at all. And so, when he'd traveled out to pick up a few things that his apartment had started to severely lack due to excessive reclusivity on his part, it hadn't even occurred to him that he should have just waited until tomorrow.

Then the sirens had gone off. And Desmond got a very loud, very grim reminder of where he was.

Of course he'd been warned about the sirens, and the Darkness, and all of the terrible things that lurked within it. But none of it had seemed real until this moment, now that he was walking in it. To be fair, he hadn't really seen anything yet that confirmed the truthfulness of the stories he'd been told. It was the feeling. It was the

[bleedaffected]

Desmond forced himself to not be shocked every time he saw the other man do anything other than run. While he was aware that things seemed to work differently here in Siren's Port, this was the first time that he'd really seen any of these "powers" that he'd heard so much about. It wasn't worth getting worked up about, though. Not here. Not now. The only thing that was important running through the pain and the growing limp and making it back to his apartment

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Finally they'd reached the apartment and Alex could relax a bit. He himself didn't feel tense or afraid in the Darkness, but having to watch out for someone who was? That was nervewracking. He hopped down and continued to follow the other, standing almost guard as the man dealt with his locks on his door. Once hearing the door open Alex was ready to simply leave, not expecting more than what he'd already got but - hearing a voice talking at him, he walked inside himself, or at least stood at the threshold.

A pause. The offer was nice, but Alex was far too uncomfortable in the presence of a stranger to even consider sleeping over. Besides - he did have a shift for the night. Not like he really slept in the city's nights. Still, he gave a short nod of acknowledgment before replying - "Gotta make the rent." Alex regarded him coolly for some beats afterward, even so. He seemed... nice enough, though it might have been desperation for help in a dire moment. Who the hell knew with these people here.

He wanted to tell him something like,