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Log: Complete
When; Friday morning
Rating;PG
Characters; V![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velated_v , Evey ever_evey
Summary; V, having just discovered Evey is within the city too, races to meet her, and their reunion follows. ((OOC: This is my first log entry, please let me know if I've made any mistakes?))
Log;
The city moved by in a blur of color and meaningless sounds as V raced at top speed through the city streets.
"Lights" she had said, but not the cathedral.... "it doesn't look large enough".
T'was a vague discription at best, but in his heart of hearts V knew where she was. It was far too "coincidental". V, being a patronof the theatrical arts for so many years...It was as though whatever force had brought her here had made certain he would find her.
The Opera House.
Another alley, a left, and two speedy rights later he coul see the statues, and the red glow from the roof of the building.
He slowed as sharp eyes scanned the street quickly..backand forth, and back agian, leaving nothing unchecked.
Until he saw her.
She was just as he remembered....her petite frame clothed in shirt, skirt,jacket and slippers....the same clothes she had worn that last november 5th.
It was quite possibly the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld, having decided early on in his stay within the city that he would never see her agian.
V found himself numbly taking one loping stride after another toward her, all the while unsure if the whole scene were actually real, or just another cruel mirage in a city seemingly built on the same.
"........Evey" he called,his voice far more hoarse then he had meant it to be.
Rating;PG
Characters; V
velated_v , Evey ever_evey Summary; V, having just discovered Evey is within the city too, races to meet her, and their reunion follows. ((OOC: This is my first log entry, please let me know if I've made any mistakes?))
Log;
The city moved by in a blur of color and meaningless sounds as V raced at top speed through the city streets.
"Lights" she had said, but not the cathedral.... "it doesn't look large enough".
T'was a vague discription at best, but in his heart of hearts V knew where she was. It was far too "coincidental". V, being a patronof the theatrical arts for so many years...It was as though whatever force had brought her here had made certain he would find her.
The Opera House.
Another alley, a left, and two speedy rights later he coul see the statues, and the red glow from the roof of the building.
He slowed as sharp eyes scanned the street quickly..backand forth, and back agian, leaving nothing unchecked.
Until he saw her.
She was just as he remembered....her petite frame clothed in shirt, skirt,jacket and slippers....the same clothes she had worn that last november 5th.
It was quite possibly the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld, having decided early on in his stay within the city that he would never see her agian.
V found himself numbly taking one loping stride after another toward her, all the while unsure if the whole scene were actually real, or just another cruel mirage in a city seemingly built on the same.
"........Evey" he called,his voice far more hoarse then he had meant it to be.
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V was dead. She'd laid the roses on him herself--pulled the lever on the train car--watched Parliament explode. So if V was dead, that meant there was a strong possibility that she, Evey, was equally dead. In an effort to prepare herself for the official news, if it came, she tried to decide how she must have died. It couldn't have been terribly violent, or surely she would've woken up before the end--so that meant dying in her sleep.
That was an unnerving thought--slipping away from life while unconscious? She would've preferred to know that the end was coming.
And suddenly, all of that seemed irrelevant, because there was a man, wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and running towards her.
"V?" she breathed, a smile spreading across her face as he approached. Then, more loudly, and joyously, "V!"
Evey dashed towards him, cutting short the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around him in the tightest embrace she could. Under her breath, she repeated his name--V, V, V, V, V.
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After a few moments of her hushed repition of his name, he set her back on her feet and held leanedback tobe able tosee her fully...though he couldn't bring himself to relase her completly just yet.
"How-..?" He choked out through shock and a light-headed sensation of being in such close proximity to her agian.
"How is this possible?" He managed after a moment of reassuring himself she was real, and actually here in front of him.
It occured to him mere seconds after the question had reached the air,and like being hit with a bucket of ice water, he sobered and looked at her with an intensity that the mask could not hide.
"Evey...how did you come to be here?" His voice dropped a notch in volume for the next question. " Has something happened back in our waking world to you?"
He did not want to add the obvious, out of the small hope that in not speaking it aloud it would not be so: Had she died?
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V's questions brought her back to her earlier musings; the elation on her face dissipated as he spoke aloud the very questions she'd been pondering. "I--don't know how I got here," she responded, chewing on her lower lip as she considered how to answer him. "I fell asleep last night...and I woke up here."
Evey didn't want to bring up the question of her mortality any more than he did, but it seemed necessary. "Is this...some sort of afterlife? Have I...?" She took a deep breath and kept her eyes on his mask--she wasn't sure she'd be able to ask the question if she looked anywhere else. "...Am I dead?"
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He certainly hoped not...and her description of how she came to be here did lend credence to the notion that she was, in fact, alright.
"That, my dear, is the question in this place,and is much on the collective minds of all I have encountered."
He sighed, and released her, but took her smaller hand in his gloved one to keep contact with her.
"From the information I have gathered in meeting and speaking to others, there are a miriad of means to entering this city, but thus far; no one knows how exactly one departs.
Let us take the course of optimism for now, and assume you fall within the category of those who have 'dreamed' themselves hear until we may learn otherwise"
He shook his head slightly, marvelling at his good fortune yet agian
"If I dream I have you, I have you, For all our joys are but fantastical...Perhaps it is selfish of me, but I am glad to see you once agian, Evey.
Have you been here long? I have not been in residence here, but for a handful of days, but what meager hospitality I may extend you, I shall"
((OOC: many apologies for the last comment, my space bar keeps sticking >.< ))
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Evey didn't voice the thought, though; death was the last thing on which she wanted to have a long conversation at the moment. That could be saved until she was able to look at V's mask without marveling at the fact that he was behind it.
"I'm glad to see you, too," she said, entwining her fingers with his. "I think I've only just arrived. Are there places to live here, then?"
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He nodded once, then stepping to her side he offered her arm as any gentleman should when escorting a lady .
"There are , indeed. There are flats surrounding the main 'body' of the city that the majority of the populace have taken residence within."
He indicated that they stroll back the way he had so short a time ago been running hell-for-leather to find her.
"I , being unacustomed to such close proximity to so many ...well...let us call them "beings" for as you will see, evey, there is a vast array of life within these walls. I have actually met one who describes himself as a Vampire.
Charming fellow on the whole.
We have made plans for an excursion along with, as I understand, a few others on Sunday to the cathedral.
I have, instead, started to set up a modest residence within an unused maintenence area of the tube station."
He did not mention Charon, the conductor, right away...but a thought occured to him amidst the jumbled others with so startling a clarity he found himself speaking aloud before he realized it.
"The ticking...it has stopped".
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"You're right." Evey cocked her head, listening to the silence, as she kept pace with V's strides. "Will it start up again--eventually?"
She'd seen little of this place, but from what she had learned, she had the feeling that the tickticktickticktick would return soon enough. It was not a moment she was looking forward to--she didn't know what the sound meant, but it felt so ominous...
It didn't surprise her in the least that he'd taken over part of the tube station as his home--in fact, it brought an amused smile to her face. "Are you making yourself another Shadow Gallery?" she asked playfully, a few moments later. "I expect there's plenty of interesting decorations to find around here."
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"I can not say...this is the first time I have found a respite from it."
He tilted his head to the side slightly. A visual cue ,he was pleased that she had come to learn, meant that behind fawkes' ever grinning visage, he was smiling at her.
"It seems you have quieted the monotonous metronome"
In that same amused tone, and posture he answered her second question with a bit of playfulness of his own
" I fear that old habits have carried over into this mad world as well.
I have ,indeed, 'aquired' a few rather improbable tube station adverts for some of the most improbable theatre productions I have ever seen.
I was most pleased to discover one such for a play I am quite sure is not in existence by Marlowe."
He guided her around a corner and down the small side street lined with shabby bulidings that seemed to be leaning agianst one another for support when out of the corner of his eye he noted an old fashioned hanging sign that read in faded script "Peddler's corner" and then beneath that in smaller lettering " For all your Domestic, Munitions, and Alchemical needs"
The mask turned away in a sort of double-take as he stopped, and indicated the sign to her.
"Witness exibit "A" of this vicious carnival. I do feel quite like we are all tumbling further and further down the rabbit hole in this mad city"
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There were several possible answers to the question of why the bomb-like ticking ceased--that it was simply the whim of whatever caused the ticking, that whatever it was had wound down and wouldn't tick anymore, that V's presence ended the sound for Evey and Evey's for V--but thinking about the ticking was rather like giving into the noise.
Putting it out of her mind, Evey made sure she got a decent glimpse of everything they passed. The rough old buildings all had a bizarre charm, and the signs they sported advertised everything from the mundane to the absurd. The one V pointed out looked particularly intriguing.
"Is there really much call for munitions here?" she wondered aloud. "'Mad city' is a good description--I can't remember the last time I was so bewildered. Where are we headed?"
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He gave a short bark of laughter at the question.
"From what I understand this place, and it's inhabitants, exist in a true state of Anarchy. I'm sure there are altercations of varied intensity from time to time, so it would seem as relevant to have a munitions dealer.
If you don't mind I would very much like to pop in and see if they sell needle and thread?"
He swept his free arm to the side to show her the light shining through one or two bullet holes in the fabric as well as it's tattered edge.
" I fear if I pass this shop now it will have packed up and wandered off when next I search it out.
Many of the structures here do not have the good manners to remain in one place overlong." He sighed in obvious irritation
"Afterwards I had hoped to be privileged to prepare breakfast for you? My interim home is not terribly far from here"
Agian he offered her the tilted mask's grin, and climbed the crumbling stoop before the shop door then opened it to allow her to precede him.
Within that doorway lay a room that would have been spacious if it were not crammed from nearly floor to cieling with a dizzying assortement of items, leaving only small isles between the towering array of brickabrack
Everything form a wall of swords, daggers, rapiers,( as well as a weapon that could only be described as a long blade with a hilt fashioned to look like the chamber, and handle of a pistol) to a shelf of jars filled with pickled eyes and the petrified remains of a goats head greeted customers as they browsed the place.
V bypassed the shelf of less than appealing mason jars, and made a beeline for the far corner which had caught his eye when they first entered the shop.
Spread along a set of book cases was a marvellous array of fabrics, thread, ribbons, ( and at long last) a compact sewing machine.
While evey gave him a wry smile , V looked around for a shopkeeper or caretaker of any sort, then deciding there was none to be had, he wrapped the entire thing in a bolt of black cloth & hefted it like a sack.
"I would advise 'aquiring' whatever catches your, eye my dear. You may very well never see this place agian after all."
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She wrinkled her nose; the room smelled faintly of formaldehyde to her, which took away some of her desire to eat anything at that moment. The smell almost certainly came from the jars of body parts lining one wall. Quickly following V to the corner, she looked at all the fabrics and remembered suddenly that if she was going to stay in this city (and she didn't appear to have a choice in that matter), she would need to procure some clothing.
Of course, she had no talent for sewing--but V did, and Evey suspected he'd be willing to help her in that area. She picked up a few bolts of fabric and some thread (which would be useful in any case if this shop disappeared; V could make himself a new apron, if nothing else), and gave the other objects in the room a cursory glance.
Nothing else looked especially necessary just then, so, shoving the spools in a pocket, she said, "I have everything I need, I think."
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He nodded once, and then took a last look around for any sort of shopkeeper. He hadn't seen one, but just to be polite, he left a gold wedding band that he'd removed from one of the dead men on that last november 5th, and hoped that would do for currency.
V and Evey left the shabby little shop and made there way through the warren of streets and allies talking of everything and nothing... Very much as they used to in the old Shadow Gallery.
Soon they approached the tube station. He took a moment to point out some of the more ridiculous adverts to her, simply for the pleasure of hearing her laughter, while they waited for the train to pass.
When he deemed it safe to cross the track, he set his bundle of supplies down and lifted her from the platform, then set out across the track, and through a simple metal door marked "Maintenence".
Once within his home, he set the bundle aside, hung his cloak and hat, took her coat, and smiled at her expression upon seeing how he had managed within so short a time to make what was once essentially a machinery shop into a comfortable great room complete with area rugs, sofa, a recliner and Interlink terminal.
He pointed out the bathroom (which had required little in the way of addition since the departed maintenence workers had already installed a small shower cubicle, two sinks and a loo for thier own use ) and the bedroom, also complete with a large bed, and moderate wardrobe.
He refrained at that point from commenting that he would be happy to acquire a seperate bed for her if she wished to stay here with him instead of finding a flat for herself, and instead set about making eggs and toast along with a pot of tea ( though admitedly not the best tea, but all he could find at present).
After she had eaten and they were sitting at the table ( she finishing a second cup, and he revelling in the fact she was there at all ) he broached the subject tentatively.
" Evey...I realize you have not been here very long, and therefore are probably out of sorts, but I must ask you what you plan to do now that you are here? As I stated earlier; I do not know how one leaves this city..nor what possible dangers it may contain.
I believe there is a good chance you may be unable to get back to our own world within the near future.
That said: we should discuss what you shall do in the mean time for food, and shelter...."
He paused and folded his hands in his lap to try and cover the apprehension in his manner.
"I...would be most honored if you would wish to stay here, perhaps?
after all, as we both noted, the ticking stops while we are in one another's company, and I can assure you; you will be safe as long as I am near."
He stared at his hands in his lap after speaking and silently hoped she would not take offense to his foreward manner.
He had missed her so...
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She drank her tea (not terrible, especially considering that he'd only been combing the city for supplies a few days) and listened to his offer, a tiny smile on her face. V was a perfect gentleman in making his suggestion that she stay with him--and it made complete sense to do so. He had things neatly organized down here, after all, and she didn't know anyone else in the city (and still didn't understand the city itself, really)--and she hadn't heard a single tick since he found her.
Setting down the teacup, she nodded, and answered almost before he'd finished speaking. "I'd like to stay down here with you, V."