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savetheearth2014-06-17 11:39 pm
brotimaeus) wrote in savetheearth2014-06-17 11:39 pm
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Who: Richard Stroud (Bro Strider) & YOU~
When: June 17
Where: Winding Way Bookstore & Expresso Yourself, potential to move anywhere else/into a Blackout area if that's the way it goes c:
What: A couple of general prompts looking to boost CR and lay down some more roots in the game. c: Any format is fine, I'll follow you.
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[The Winding Way Bookstore]]
He ducked in here to get out of the heat then found himself hanging around for longer than he expected, lingering around the fantasy section and eyeing up a sinfully expensive set of Lovecraft works. Try as he might to ignore the fact that they're there he keeps going back to them...
Maybe if he drags himself away and has a drink he might walk out of here without buying anything.
Later on, when he's leaving the place (and he's bought something if that bag he's carrying is anything to go by), he makes it part way down the street before the bottom of the bag splits and several books go thudding to the sidewalk. He stops dead, rubs a hand over his face and lifts his attention briefly skywards.
"... Fuckin' really..?"
[Expresso Yourself]
Later on and with the weather still uncomfortably warm he's sitting outside the coffee shop - a common haunt for him since L took over - with a glass of iced water and a book that, from the illustrations, appears to be about angels. There's a notebook open beside it, with a few half-formed doodles of a winged boy wearing aviator shades. Though the facial features are unclear, the wings certainly aren't.
Now and then he'll look over at it as if he hasn't really been paying attention to what he's doing, only to add a little more detail to the edge of a feather. He still has no idea who that boy was and as much as he doesn't want to force another damned Echo... the curiosity isn't going away.
When: June 17
Where: Winding Way Bookstore & Expresso Yourself, potential to move anywhere else/into a Blackout area if that's the way it goes c:
What: A couple of general prompts looking to boost CR and lay down some more roots in the game. c: Any format is fine, I'll follow you.
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[The Winding Way Bookstore]]
He ducked in here to get out of the heat then found himself hanging around for longer than he expected, lingering around the fantasy section and eyeing up a sinfully expensive set of Lovecraft works. Try as he might to ignore the fact that they're there he keeps going back to them...
Maybe if he drags himself away and has a drink he might walk out of here without buying anything.
Later on, when he's leaving the place (and he's bought something if that bag he's carrying is anything to go by), he makes it part way down the street before the bottom of the bag splits and several books go thudding to the sidewalk. He stops dead, rubs a hand over his face and lifts his attention briefly skywards.
"... Fuckin' really..?"
[Expresso Yourself]
Later on and with the weather still uncomfortably warm he's sitting outside the coffee shop - a common haunt for him since L took over - with a glass of iced water and a book that, from the illustrations, appears to be about angels. There's a notebook open beside it, with a few half-formed doodles of a winged boy wearing aviator shades. Though the facial features are unclear, the wings certainly aren't.
Now and then he'll look over at it as if he hasn't really been paying attention to what he's doing, only to add a little more detail to the edge of a feather. He still has no idea who that boy was and as much as he doesn't want to force another damned Echo... the curiosity isn't going away.
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".. My brother," he whispers, the answer coming to him with such sudden, stunning clarity that it makes him nauseous. Richard turns slightly pale, rubbing one hand over his face, voice muffled against his palm. "He's my little brother."
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"Fuck, I hope not. I saw a kid not long ago with wings and it looked like he was havin' all hells of problems with 'em." As you might expect, really.
"If I did have them, I would've thought that would trigger them, if nothin' else would, but all I got was this."
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After all, he's already lost thirteen years or so, so what more could really be done to him? Well, he knows what more, but he'd really rather not think about it. "Well, something weird must be going at least. Let's hope it doesn't really get too much crazier. Maybe you'd have to write another book."
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Yeah, sure, writing that thing had really set him up good, but it had been a pain in the ass and he's not that eager to go through it all over again. Especially over something like this.
But...
"Then again, I can see the marketability in it."