reshape_destiny

[ Alan isn't the only one in the item store. John can also be found looking around, but has turned up empty handed so far. He is pretty absorbed in the search and won't notice anybody else. ]

Edited Date: 2010-12-09 02:35 pm (UTC)

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[So absorbed is he in that search that he nearly bumps into Alan, who manages to take a quick step out of the way, though he does raise an eyebrow.]

Hey, watch it.

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Oh. Erm, sorry about that.

[ John looks up and offers an apologetic smile before his head ducks back down and he continues his search. Then. . . ] You haven't happened to seen a cane in here, have you?

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[The mention of a cane has Alan feeling slightly bad for being snippy like that. Just slightly.]

Don't worry about it, and no, I can't say I have. What does it look like?

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[ As you should, Alan. How dare you slam into poor Watson. ]

Well.. it's just your run-of-the-mill cane they give out at the hospital, really.

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They've got a hospital here? Guess this place isn't as backwoods as I thought, though they could really do something about the decor. It feels like being back in Bright Falls all over again.

[And there are way too many unpleasant associations with that.]

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From what I've seen, yes. I haven't been to check them out yet myself.

[ He should make a mental note to do that actually. ]

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[It takes a moment for Alice look up when Alan walks in, having some trouble tearing her eyes away from some thriller she found while scrounging the library.]

Is that...? [Your typewriter? She knows that, chances are, it is.] Looks like they left you an early Christmas present, hm?

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I thought it was a little early for April Fool's. Don't know why else they would give this to me here, unless they're that hard up for new reading material.

[He'll set it down on the table for the time being before heading over to the couch to greet her with a kiss. When he catches sight of the book she's reading, he grins.]

Do I have competition?

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[She dogears the page she was on while trying hard not to smile up at him impishly, ignoring the typewriter for the moment.]

You know no one can compete with you, Mr. Wake. [not even this terribly written futuristic thriller set in an elven world; really, it was bad.]

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Of course. I am a famous writer.

[He knows he's being a little egotistical right now, and quite frankly, he doesn't care. Even now he's still riding the remnants of that high of it worked, it actually worked-- because, honestly, how many other writers could pull something like that off? He thinks he's earned the right to be at least a little proud of himself for that.]

You always were my biggest fan.

[His smile softens for a moment, becomes something more genuine and less of his usual confident smirk. And then...]

... hey, do you think I'm too heavy on the metaphors?

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[Alice laughs brightly, happy to see some of that egotism shining through, but the bright laugh is quickly extinguished by his question, replaced with a raised brow and a curious smirk.]

Where did that come from, Alan? [Don't tell her you've gotten self-conscious about your writing!]

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Sarah - Sheriff Breaker - said she'd read me, and that I was too heavy-handed with my metaphors. I figure I owe her enough to at least find out if there's any truth to that.

[Self-consciousness and Alan in the same sentence? Perish the thought.]

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[Alice feels a slight tinge of jealousy at Sarah's name, but it's quickly swallowed. She licks her lips, seeming to give his question some serious thought.]

I don't think so, Alan. [She'd read a couple of his books when she had first arrived, feeling as though reading his work brought her closer to him, but it's not like she took notes on them.] But what do you think?

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Hey, if the public eats that stuff up, I'm not about to change my ways.

[He leans on the back of the couch and peers over the edge, as if trying to read some of whatever it is she's reading. Is it even from Earth? He can't help but be amused at just how normal that question seems to him now.]

So. Any good?

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[She gives a quiet chuckle before curling her feet underneath her.] Let's just say it can't compare to anything you've written. [Maybe space thrillers just aren't her thing. Or maybe it was the overabundance of odd colloquialisms that were getting to her. That's what she gets when she picks up a novel written by a name she can't even pronounce.

She tosses the book onto the coffee table, and twists slightly so she faces him.]

Find any ink to go with that typewriter of yours? [It wasn't a push for him to write something.] Or are they cheapskates that can't afford it?

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[well, a man carrying an old-fashioned typewriter home isn't something you see every day. Don't mind the woman decked out in motorcycle gear watching him as he walks past.]

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[Normally Alan wouldn't have paid her much heed despite her odd attire-- he's starting to get used to the odd inhabitants of Luceti by now. But the fact that his skin crawls in an all-too-familiar way when he walks past her has his grip on that typewriter faltering as he whirls to face her, instinctively taking a step backwards.

Not here too...!]

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[Celty is used to strange looks and whispers when she passes, but the sudden fear in this man's face is usually only something that happens after she's shown off her powers. She doesn't remember seeing this man around Ikebukuro, though... and Shooter isn't with her today. A little concerned now, she slides the phone from her sleeve to type a message. Of course she has to move towards him so the text is in visible range.]

Edited Date: 2010-12-15 05:41 pm (UTC)

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[Alan manages to shift the typewriter to one arm so that he can reach for his gun... which isn't there. Of all the things to leave at home, and no flashlight either...

... and then she's moving towards him and... wait. There isn't darkness oozing off her like a normal Taken. That squid ink-like sea of darkness that surrounds their bodies isn't there. Then why does she feel like they do?]

... you're not a Taken.

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[Oh, so he'd mistook her for something else. ....That doesn't actually help though.]

[actually, it almost sounds like something from the UFO hunter shows she watches....]

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It's a long story. But if you can talk to me and make sense and you aren't trying to kill me, then you aren't one.

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Yeah. Yeah, something like that. Just be glad there aren't any of them around here.

[... monsters who used to be human, which is the most disturbing part.]

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[Are they... zombies? Things with big teeth? Aliens??]

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They look like people, but they're not. Not in the least.

[A part of him is wondering why she's using this phone instead of talking to him directly, but eh. He's seen weirder here, and maybe she's just mute.]

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