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Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile

Sep 20, 2009 00:53

WHO: John Constantine [trenchcoatmagic ], and Zuko Flamey-O Emo Pants [vsrsbsns ]
Where: The local jail
DATE: September 19th
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Zuko gets out early. BUT HOW?
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed

( Sunspots have faded and now I'm doing time )

zuko, john constantine

Comments 10

trenchcoatmagic September 22 2009, 04:33:25 UTC

"Apartment? Room?" I offered up alternatives. It wasn't as if I'd ever walked Blue home from the shop or anything. I was a little curious as to where he'd been staying, if only because I wondered how big of a heart attack he was trying to give Iroh. I understood needing to leave home, run from it-- I'd done the same thing, countless times, leaving Liverpool, leaving London, leaving England-- but Iroh seemed like a good thing. A good set up. I didn't get the catch, the issue there.

Wasn't my issue to get, though, so there wasn't any use wondering about it too hard. It was better to worry about what I could work with, fix or alter, or even choose to ignore, than wondering what sort of path Blue was trying to walk.

I knew Blue would notice me talking to the officer. I'd been a bit obvious on purpose; I figured that while it did no good to worry Iroh over what needed to be done to get Blue out of jail, Blue should at least be aware that some arrangement had been reached. He was grateful already; but making him a bit more aware couldn't ( ... )

vsrsbsns September 22 2009, 05:48:19 UTC

"It's like room," I tried to explain as we made our way through the endless halls of the prison. I wasn't really sure where I was going, but I was determined not to let on about that. "I'm in room, lots of other fellows there too. Anyway, I'm not staying there anymore, so it's not the matter." At best the Fisk-associated place had been offered to me as a courtesy, but I could still take jobs from them, even if I refused to stay there any longer ( ... )

trenchcoatmagic September 24 2009, 02:33:35 UTC

I don't know why I thought to let Blue lead us out of the jail. It was clear fairly early on that he didn't know his way around the place, and even if he did, he'd decided to take a long way around. Still, the walking gave him a chance to figure out what he was going to do now, and I couldn't begrudge him the opportunity to think about that. So I strolled on behind him, listening, while he tried his bloody hardest to get us lost ( ... )

vsrsbsns September 30 2009, 06:12:27 UTC

"Yeah, that's name of it," I said. Then we stopped, and Constantine gestured back towards where I'd missed a sign. Fantastic -- I couldn't even speak the stupid language and now it'd look like I couldn't read it either. I headed off in that direction with a sort of frozen dignity.

"I don't know where," I muttered. "Just not there. I hated from beginning, anyway."

It was strange and uncomfortable to be with Constantine outside of the normal context of our relationship, where I handed him ill-gotten goods and he paid me for them while Yuffie monkeyed around on some shelves in the back of the store like Constantine magically wasn't going to notice her shenanigans this time. It was like encountering your teacher outside of the classroom, awkward for both parties.

I didn't quite know what to say to his offer. I chewed it over in grim silence, examining it for any hint of condescension, patronization, charity. It sounded like just an offer, but few things were ever just an offer. And why had he come, anyway? To be good to my uncle, who ( ... )

trenchcoatmagic October 12 2009, 05:20:13 UTC

"Eh, I know what you mean, mate." I made a face, more for the sake of participating in the conversation than because it came naturally. Giving some sort of conversation in order to distract Blue from whatever was going on in his head. Bloody hell, to distract me from whatever was going on in mine. This was ridiculous. "Those places are either a sty or run by stuck up old marms who don't let you do about half the things you want to, if that. Stayed at one once with a nine o'clock curfew once." I smirked. "Got locked out of that one a lot, had to spend a bit of time on benches and the couches of a few mates." I shrugged. "Still, at least that one had meals with it. The other one? Fucking shithole that was."

I trailed off as we walked back towards the exit. I tried to make sure that I was leading, without ever walking ahead. I'd only walked through this hall a few times, and never because I'd been the one pinched. Still, I knew well enough how that felt, and if you hadn't spent much time in prison, a night or so was still badGetting ( ... )