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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]

[ Ruka eyes the bench, but does not sit. After all, the bus should be arriving soon, and while she felt more comfortable with the stranger, she didn't want to have to get up and then run, should any monsters or anything similar show up. ]

[ She was, regardless, saddened by his story. ]

I'm sorry you feel that way. But... even if you are apart from the friends you know back home, you can always make new ones, here. It's been much easier for me to make friends here than it was back home.

oooooh. my mistake.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He stays silent for a couple of odd moments. ]

Would there be a point to it?

[dragony]

[ Ruka gives the stranger a very peculiar look. She seems confused. ]

Of course there is.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Outside of the obvious need for connection?

[dragony]

That's like...

[ Ruka frowns, thinking for a moment. ]

Like asking if there's a point to eating. Part of it's because it's ... necessary, but if it was only that, then people wouldn't bother making things taste good.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back ]

I see no need for it, no.

[dragony]

[ She gave a small nod, conceding the point. After all, she didn't know him — he might have been satisfied with his two friends. ]

[ ... what time was it, anyway? ]

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He shakes his head, again ]

Do you think me mad, for it?

[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. ]