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realityshifted2013-07-29 10:12 pm
swerve) wrote in realityshifted2013-07-29 10:12 pm
♯ two
[ okay so you know how strange things happen to people when they aren't expecting it, but it's still within the spectrum of vaguely-believable?
that has not been what's happened to him lately.
darren steps onto the plane, already with a cigarette in one hand and his lighter in the other, dark brows furrowed over golden eyes as he strains to light the end. he doesn't stop walking, though it doesn't seem he's going anywhere with a purpose - just walking, pretty aimlessly, going in the direction of wherever his steps take him.
which is pretty much anywhere as long as he doesn't have to sit still.
he walks just as long as it takes to finish the clove, breathing deeply and evenly on every inhale, savoring both the sweetness of the filter and the light crackle that comes every time he inhales. once he tosses the butt away ( doesn't look like there are any actual ashtrays around here, oops ), he finds himself just in front of the library, and finally with a sense of purpose he lets himself inside. gathers a few books ( that, if one were to look closely, all have titles involving dragons ) and settles himself in a corner to thumb through them.
half an hour of reading sees him pausing just as long as it takes to bring out a plastic cup of mandarin oranges. you know the kind - the ones you find in a del monte four-pack with the tiny, almost unusable spoon just under the lid. a lid which he pops off and sets to the side, peels back the plastic cover and sips off a bit of juice from the top before digging in, eyes still on the page he's been trying to make sense of for a good handful of minutes.
clearly, someone should ask him why he's reading about dragons. ]
( ooc: this is him dealing with the confusing nonsense that comes with having a partial merger with one redheaded firemagedemonpunk - feel free to bump into him anywhere at all up until he gets to the library, or once he's settled down with his oranges. basically, pester the crap out of him. |D )
that has not been what's happened to him lately.
darren steps onto the plane, already with a cigarette in one hand and his lighter in the other, dark brows furrowed over golden eyes as he strains to light the end. he doesn't stop walking, though it doesn't seem he's going anywhere with a purpose - just walking, pretty aimlessly, going in the direction of wherever his steps take him.
which is pretty much anywhere as long as he doesn't have to sit still.
he walks just as long as it takes to finish the clove, breathing deeply and evenly on every inhale, savoring both the sweetness of the filter and the light crackle that comes every time he inhales. once he tosses the butt away ( doesn't look like there are any actual ashtrays around here, oops ), he finds himself just in front of the library, and finally with a sense of purpose he lets himself inside. gathers a few books ( that, if one were to look closely, all have titles involving dragons ) and settles himself in a corner to thumb through them.
half an hour of reading sees him pausing just as long as it takes to bring out a plastic cup of mandarin oranges. you know the kind - the ones you find in a del monte four-pack with the tiny, almost unusable spoon just under the lid. a lid which he pops off and sets to the side, peels back the plastic cover and sips off a bit of juice from the top before digging in, eyes still on the page he's been trying to make sense of for a good handful of minutes.
clearly, someone should ask him why he's reading about dragons. ]
( ooc: this is him dealing with the confusing nonsense that comes with having a partial merger with one redheaded firemagedemonpunk - feel free to bump into him anywhere at all up until he gets to the library, or once he's settled down with his oranges. basically, pester the crap out of him. |D )