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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 )
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He never buys them - it's more Faythe's thing than his, really, and she doesn't like to share - so he shouldn't have them at all. And yet? Here they are. Constantly. And at the most inconvenient of times, too! His mom asked him for change, and when he somehow managed to produce a cigarette instead, it won him a smack over the back of his head and another lecture about quitting.
Honestly, the only reason he's not completely baffled is that he's been on the Plane too damn long. Yep, this is a merger. Now, to find the one he's apparently merged with...
He's not sure why he thinks to check the library. Call it a hunch. But it's apparently a good one, because there he is! ... Eating fruit and reading from a stack of books. Huh.
He heads over, flipping one of those cloves between his fingers, other hand stuffed in his coat pocket.]
So. This for fun, for work, or what?
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Hey Darren! What are you reading?
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he knows what he's doing, thank you so very much.
he looks up when he hears eithan's voice, because he very much hadn't heard him step up, dark brows raised slightly. ] Little bit of both? I have a .. situation at home that I need to figure out what the hell to do with.
[ and then he notices that clove. ] Since when did you start smoking those?
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he did not jump.
except he totally did. ] Wh - hi, Marta. I'm .. reading about dragons.
[ now to get his heart out of his throat. jeez. ] What are you doing in here?
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Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just looking for Emil, but I'm starting to think he's not in here.
[She tilts her head to one side, considering the books again.] Dragons, huh? Are they your favorite animal?
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I haven't. [He shakes his head.] They keep showin' up in my room, in my pockets, on my stuff... it's really weird. [Beat.] Pretty sure they're yours.
[Have a slightly pointed look - one with a touch of a smirk anyway. You've read about mergers, right?]
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Sudden interest area?