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[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

WHO: Jonathan Crane ( phobiaasphyxia ) and Ruka ( gallitrap )
WHERE: Random Bus-stop number 4
WHEN: Around five-pm, May 25th
WARNINGS: Mind fucking of the highest order
SUMMARY: Ruka just wants to go home. Jonathan has other plans.
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph.

[ We have a Crane dressed in civilian clothing -- nice workshirt, tie, pants, etc -- and he's waiting for the bus. How much harm could he do? ]

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[dragony]

Mad, like, crazy? No...

[ Car. Ruka slides her hands deeper into her pockets, looking away. ]

You probably have a reason.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ Hands in pockets time, I guess ]

And that reason would be?

[dragony]

[ And now, confusion. ]

Huh? I don't know... they would be your reasons, sir.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Enlighten me.

[dragony]

I don't understand what you're asking.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ His eye offers the barest of twitches ]

I'm asking if you think it strange that I only possess two friends?

[dragony]

[ She shakes her head. ]

No, that's not strange.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[ He shakes his head. ]

What time is it?

[dragony]

Uh...

[ She doesn't have a watch, so Ruka pulls out her communicator to check the time. Anyone who didn't have one of these would likely assume it was a normal cell phone, if a little on the bulky side. ]

Almost five-thirty.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He hmmms gently, and fishes out a pocket watch from the inside of his coat ]

[dragony]

[ And no new messages, either. Well, at least she wasn't getting yelled at for being a little late. Back into the pocket the communicator went. ]

And here we GO.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

What was the time, again?

Dun dun dun!

[dragony]

About five-thirty.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He flips open the pocketwatch, and winds it almost experimentally. ]

Hm.

[dragony]

[ At the unexpected noise, Ruka turns her attention to the stranger. Oh, hey, a pocket watch. She remembers the last time she'd seen one of those — she'd still been testing her powers then, with a man who had been completely invisible. ]

[ Surely, Ruka thought, if this were that same man, she would have recognized his voice by now? But it was possible... ]

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ Ignoring her, Crane holds up the pocket watch to the light, and then re-examines it rather closely. He frowns, afterward. ]

I can't seem to get this to be on time.

[dragony]

[ Well, if it was the same person, he already would have known who Ruka was. Satisfied that she hadn't accidentally met a friend without recognizing them, she turns her attention back to the road. ]

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He SHAKES the watch, and it rattles rather heinously. ]

Hm.


[ He clears his throat. ]

Um, excuse me, Miss...?

[dragony]

[ She turns. ]

Yes?

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Could you be a dear and look at this watch for a moment? I'm not sure if it's broken or not.

[dragony]

I don't think I'd be able to help. I don't know anything about that kind of watch.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He unraveled it, letting it hang in the air between them, just out of her reach. ]

I only need to know if you can hear it tick. Nothing more.

[dragony]

[ What kind of question was that? If his watch was ticking, he'd be able to hear it on his own, wouldn't he? What a strange man. He reminded her a little of the Duel Professor. Perhaps she should have taken that as a greater warning. ]

No, I don't—

[ No. There, very faintly. There was something very quiet on the edge of her hearing. It was instinct to listen closer for the source of that soft ticking. ]

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ do you like not being able to move any part of your body? Because you can't. You really can't anymore. And Crane's suddenly disappeared from sight. ]

[dragony]

[ No, no, that's a definite no. The hands in her pockets — as close as they are to her communicator, and her taser — are useless. Her heart, beyond her control, beats faster in her chest. ]