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capeandcowllogs2013-01-31 09:56 pm
bloodplay) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-01-31 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
those who feel me near
WHO: nerd alert (egohalfempty) and douuuuche chilllll (bloodplay)
WHERE: MANBABYHATTAN
WHEN: SOME POINT IN THE 20S OF JANUARY
WARNINGS: you know how i typically spam introspective bullshit about every character i play when i write their tags? yeah his introspective bullshit is probably going to have lots of murder in it.
SUMMARY: Cyd Sherman meets a helpful new friend with nothing but the purest of intentions!
FORMAT: i'm so lazy help me god are you there it's me, margaret
[Two weeks after showing up, well after the encounter with Dexter at the Pie Hole, he caves and slinks back to the Porter building for a second communicator. This is, in general, a mixed bag. On the one hand, he emerges 20 minutes later holding a fresh new smartphone-lookin' piece of plastic, completely unconnected to Rudy Cooper in any way, shape, or form, gratifyingly anonymous, and ready to be used at the next opportune moment. On the other, Lachesis doesn't take kindly to people attempting to lift communicators in complete silence, which means he's just listened to 15 minutes of paralyzingly loud elevator music and it's registered to "Vanilla Ice." You win some, you lose some.
At any rate, he's walking back in the general direction of the MAC, comm in hand, mind occupied by thoughts and budding plans which should definitely not be transcribed fully, and as a consequence he's moving largely on autopilot! Not enough to straight-up walk into someone Three Stooges style, but certainly enough to knock into someone and upset their center of balance, or his, which is admittedly not a great idea even in a fake, underpopulated New York City.]
egohalfempty) and douuuuche chilllll (bloodplay)WHERE: MANBABYHATTAN
WHEN: SOME POINT IN THE 20S OF JANUARY
WARNINGS: you know how i typically spam introspective bullshit about every character i play when i write their tags? yeah his introspective bullshit is probably going to have lots of murder in it.
SUMMARY: Cyd Sherman meets a helpful new friend with nothing but the purest of intentions!
FORMAT: i'm so lazy help me god are you there it's me, margaret
[Two weeks after showing up, well after the encounter with Dexter at the Pie Hole, he caves and slinks back to the Porter building for a second communicator. This is, in general, a mixed bag. On the one hand, he emerges 20 minutes later holding a fresh new smartphone-lookin' piece of plastic, completely unconnected to Rudy Cooper in any way, shape, or form, gratifyingly anonymous, and ready to be used at the next opportune moment. On the other, Lachesis doesn't take kindly to people attempting to lift communicators in complete silence, which means he's just listened to 15 minutes of paralyzingly loud elevator music and it's registered to "Vanilla Ice." You win some, you lose some.
At any rate, he's walking back in the general direction of the MAC, comm in hand, mind occupied by thoughts and budding plans which should definitely not be transcribed fully, and as a consequence he's moving largely on autopilot! Not enough to straight-up walk into someone Three Stooges style, but certainly enough to knock into someone and upset their center of balance, or his, which is admittedly not a great idea even in a fake, underpopulated New York City.]
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[The amusement is a lot easier to manufacture this time, though to all appearances he achieves the same end product; his eyes on her face, apparently full of nonjudgmental curiosity, and a grin which he cuts short, because even with its knife-edge dulled you never really know. Especially not now, when he can actually feel the dark, cacchinating rush of laughter rear up within him at her phrasing. Cyd, my sweet summer child, you have no idea.]
So... how long has it been? [A brief self-deprecating eyebrow raise.] For you, I mean, since you showed up. Sounds like I'm asking about doing time.