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capeandcowllogs2012-11-03 07:52 pm
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(don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me.)
WHO: the husband (
engineers) & the other man (
ioudas)
WHERE: somewhere between the MAC and Cross' new place.
WHEN: November 2nd, morning.
WARNINGS: Language.
SUMMARY: never insert yourself in a love triangle.
FORMAT: action to start!
(Once upon a time, Cross loved Halloween. He loved the hunt of the surge of Akuma during this day, the fact that on this day they came out in droves and that he'd kill them all and ease some sort of itch. Here, he didn't have that option of disappearing into the night and showing up years later, here he had some semblance of a life that revolved around being grounded.
Unfortunately, you can't take the nomad out of the priest, but you can take the priest out of the nomad. He'd already fucked up a lot of things with Madison, Lilian and now Danger was getting thrown in the mix. For once he had to worry about personal matters, rather than matters of placing pawns in an ever growing game for humanity. He was putting things out on the curb for the movers to place in their van before heading to the upper side of town.
On the curb, there was a box with freebees such as an old phonograph, some things that Cross had taken apart and put back together, some romance novels that Cross had been reading (including 50 Shades of Grey) and just a variety of things that a beloved eccentric would have in his apartment.)
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WHERE: somewhere between the MAC and Cross' new place.
WHEN: November 2nd, morning.
WARNINGS: Language.
SUMMARY: never insert yourself in a love triangle.
FORMAT: action to start!
(Once upon a time, Cross loved Halloween. He loved the hunt of the surge of Akuma during this day, the fact that on this day they came out in droves and that he'd kill them all and ease some sort of itch. Here, he didn't have that option of disappearing into the night and showing up years later, here he had some semblance of a life that revolved around being grounded.
Unfortunately, you can't take the nomad out of the priest, but you can take the priest out of the nomad. He'd already fucked up a lot of things with Madison, Lilian and now Danger was getting thrown in the mix. For once he had to worry about personal matters, rather than matters of placing pawns in an ever growing game for humanity. He was putting things out on the curb for the movers to place in their van before heading to the upper side of town.
On the curb, there was a box with freebees such as an old phonograph, some things that Cross had taken apart and put back together, some romance novels that Cross had been reading (including 50 Shades of Grey) and just a variety of things that a beloved eccentric would have in his apartment.)
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D'you even feel anythin'? Any shame, at all?
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(it's just as simple as that. exorcists live for ten years at most if they're lucky; cross is cocky because he's alive after being one of them.)
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he then spits at his face. ]
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Danger's coming to pick you up, stay here until she gets here or you might pass out.
(see, he doesn't think that the man that is absolutely livid with him might tear up his entire apartment should he leave it there. a lot of his stuff are just books, but there are two manequins in the back with his General's uniform, the rosary and the coats and everything that the late-Anita gave him along with a suit with all of his medals. books upon books that he treasures.
no, it's totally a good idea.)
I'm going to finish moving and not cracking your skull open after I taped it back together.
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It ain't f-fair. Y'draggin' her into this, I. Didn't want her t'know.
[ no, he doesn't get up―probably can't get up, he feels awfully lightheaded right now and woozy which isn't helping when it's combined with that rage and jesus, if cross managed to give him a concussion, he'll.
a window silently shatters (it's perfectly crystalline in the way he disassembles it, but it's too fast to see and nobody would get it at all wouldn't they no they wouldn't), then another one. psychically feeling around his apartment, he breaks glass―stuff in the cabinets, whatever's not moved, of course―at the slow and steady rate of plucking a daisy and wishing for love. ]
Y'just get off on unhappiness.
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Just blame me, that's what everyone does anyway. (for once, that unhappiness sneaks through the entire time he was trying to be absolutely calm:) Danger, it's Cross. I was moving stuff and I smacked Madison upside the head so hard that he got a concussion. I'm leaving Tim here to let you in, come and take him home.
(he snaps the communicator off as if to say, it's that easy to do it.)
Yep, I just love making you miserable. I totally planned to get apricot jam in my hair and to give you a concussion.
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If y'ever, ever call Lil. I'm gonna shove nails into your eyes so hard your brain'll catch tetanus.
[ meanwhile, a wineglass turns to dust. ]
A-and I know y'do, s-so... don't make fun a' me.
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(he seems so absolutely deflated about everything. his hands just flop to the side:)
No, I don't. You were m- (he stops, realizing that he's going to say too much and reveal too much about himself. no one needs to know what sort of vengeful person he is.)
I don't. I'm just a terrible person, it seems.
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[ which is code for "no", and that he's starting on the light bulbs.
goddamn concussion. ]
It don't seem like you're a terrible person 'cuz y'really are. I can't believe I didn't see it.
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(it's a sincere question, but the terrible person comment really does strike home. he shakes his head, laughing coldly to hide his real feelings.)
Told you, but you didn't believe me.
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[ if he could articulate it, he'd probably say that it's about giving up, or something. but he just trails off.
and slumps, further in the chair. ]
I don't want t'care about this anymore, but I don't got a choice.
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(his hand lingers on the door handle:)
I told you that I wouldn't call her, or you, and frankly I just want to be left alone. (he shrugs:) Matters of the heart are the most dangerous things.
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[ maybe if he was in a better condition, that would mean something to him. it would probably ache more.
a haphazard wave. ]
Get out a' your apartment.
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(shit, lenalee right. he rushes over the counter to write her a note that he's going to be out for a night and that food's in the fridge.)
Also, should Lenalee come back, tell her I'm at the new place.
(which was sadly true as cross just pulled open the door and slammed it behind him, leaving madison in his apartment until danger came and retrieved him.)