Comments | thevelvetblues: 11/3/1934

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11/3/1934

Jan 11, 2012 15:09

Who: Jimmy and Evie
Where: Streets of Abaton
When: Late evening, around 9-10pm
Why: Shenanigans need to happen. :D

( There came a time when a more pro-active approach became necessary )

jimmy, evie, 1934

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ironhanded January 11 2012, 20:18:20 UTC

As if answering an unspoken prayer, a great racket sounded from a street that was, no doubt, very close by. It was a ringing clamor, the sort of sound a rubbish can cover made when it hit the hard ground at an angle and then proceeded to spin around and around on its bottom rim before finally settling in place. For a second afterward, there was a blessed silence, quiet enough that the contrast might have made a person wonder if they had really heard anything at all, but to the keen of hearing, a soft, greasy, sloshing sound, like someone throwing heavy gravy onto a slat of something less liquid, followed shortly after. That sound seemed to fade out and away into the night, the source seemingly making its way from the local vicinity.

The muffled and exasperated comment that came after that was clear as day, however. "Oh, bother that - you shush, Cal. It's not like I meant for it to slip away!"

carouselburst January 11 2012, 21:08:22 UTC

What on earth was that?

The sudden loud clatter almost made Evie bite her tongue in surprise. At first, she missed the sloshing sound that followed. Almost as if her body had a mind of it's own, she found herself walking briskly toward the noise, heels clacking lightly on the pavement as she walked. For a second, it seemed like Atlanta (Atalanta, her Persona practically growled) was about to protest but there was an odd moment of... distraction? What in blazes was Atlanta doing? Someone could need help!

"Focus, Atlanta!" Evie chided her Persona as she hurried toward the source. After about five steps, she kicked her shoes off, abandoning them on the sidewalk entirely, and broke into a run. Not the easiest thing to do in November in your stockings.

ironhanded January 11 2012, 21:28:46 UTC

Personally, Jimmy was just glad that he was alone on patrol tonight. If any of the other members (well, maybe Locrine would have been too polite to really say anything), or God and Heavens forbid that Bianchessi kid had been on the job as well, he'd probably never hear the end of it. As it was, Eleanor ribbed him enough about his way of going about things, making off-handed, pointed comments about his supposed 'endless supply of foolish confidence.' Granted, it wasn't that uncommon coming from Ellie, but honestly, he could do with less. Jimmy knew what he was doing.

Cal hummed noncommittally at that.

"Most of the time," he snapped at his persona, who was already fading out of sight in the air behind him. With a huff, he picked his blazer off the floor and turned the corner back onto the main street, only to find himself colliding with something much too solid and much more massive than the regular Slime he had been chasing. He stumbled back, arms catching on whatever it was to steady them both. The weight was, thankfully, too ( ... )

carouselburst January 11 2012, 21:50:39 UTC

A very inelegant "oof" escaped Evie as she struck something very solid, the impact knocking her hat askew. Thankfully, whatever or whoever it was reached out to steady her before she could topple over. She looked up, reaching up to adjust her hat, as she caught her breath. Oh, it was a boy and one quite a bit taller than her, too. Not as tall as Mr. Whittle, though, but Evie had never seen anyone as tall as Mr. Whittle before.

"Good evening," she greeted slowly in as friendly of a manner as she could manage. "Did you happen to hear something out of sorts near here?"

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