Comments | sirenspull_logs: We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end

caveatwalls in sirenspull_logs

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end

Oct 02, 2011 02:00

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Bruce Wayne (...as neither Sherlock or Bruce)
When: September 29th, briefly before sirens
Where: Any given shifty bar
Summary: Badasses in disguise cross paths. Zaniness ensues.
Warnings: Violence, maybe? Will update if needed.

( We were fated to pretend )

sherlock holmes, bruce wayne | batman

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kingofrooks October 2 2011, 15:08:45 UTC

Floyd Layton is a tall man, though you usually couldn't tell, given how much he slouched and hunched. His hands were usually shoved into the pockets of his too-big pants, which were as dirty as he had picked them off a dumpster truck - which, given how he looked, was likely, especially with the rope that threaded through his belt loops. His shirt was almost clean though, and fitted him better. His straw-liked hair was shoved under a baseball cap, the AGI logo faded enough for it to be another dumpster gain as well; it didn't hide the ugly burn down the right side of his face.

It was all good that he looked like that - after all, he was merely a lowly runner. Out of his luck, out of jobs, looking for some sort of work - any work - that would give him proper food at some time. But really, it was difficult for him, a conspiracy theorist who hated both companies and the Newcomers. But he was a beacon for people like him - people who believed in their own innate goodness without much to show about it, and who wanted to prove it to ( ... )

caveatwalls October 2 2011, 23:07:31 UTC

John Carter doesn't notice the man approaching him until the little plastic container is practically under his nose. His bleary eyes come to life for just a second, until he just blows smoke on them with an air of caution ( ... )

kingofrooks October 3 2011, 03:24:18 UTC

Oh, this was a smart one. Layton rarely met these - usually they just started leaning forward, all eagerness and drooling lips, asking how much, how much because this was the salvation they sought. They had been waiting for him, their hands held out. Except this one... maybe Layton had misjudged? The look in his eyes was a little too sharp for a habitual addict. Maybe he's new to this ( ... )

caveatwalls October 3 2011, 04:50:29 UTC

Sherlock doesn't have to fake the look of eagerness when the pill falls into his hand. Finally, a proper sample. Now, the problem would be getting out without having to consume it ( ... )

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