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tampered2007-02-24 01:46 am
rokuro-makube.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-02-24 01:46 am
On-going Log;
When; Feb 24; past midnight
Rating;PG-13
Characters; Divia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goddessdivia, Rock rokuro_makube
Summary; Rock and Divia meet. At the entrance to the underground, there is an exchange.
Log;
He was almost blind with his sunglasses on at this time of night, almost morning - if it weren't bad enough his senses were shot to begin with. Only children were scared of the dark, Rock told himself, even as he clung to the state of anonymity his shades gave, like a security blanket; when they were on, he was outside himself, and not a vulnerable dead thing. The gun's weight in his hoister was a heavy reminder.
The Underground was uncharted waters, for him. Red lamps lit the stones like blood or burlesque, something tempting and forbidden and sickeningly sweet that laid waiting, down the endless parade of artificial light and cobblestone. Rock's steps were unsure as he closed the distance between the him and Hades; he scrolled his sunglasses carefully down the bridge of his nose to get a better view of his surroundings. Was she here yet? Mistrust pounded in stead of a hearbeat.
Rating;PG-13
Characters; Divia
goddessdivia, Rock rokuro_makubeSummary; Rock and Divia meet. At the entrance to the underground, there is an exchange.
Log;
He was almost blind with his sunglasses on at this time of night, almost morning - if it weren't bad enough his senses were shot to begin with. Only children were scared of the dark, Rock told himself, even as he clung to the state of anonymity his shades gave, like a security blanket; when they were on, he was outside himself, and not a vulnerable dead thing. The gun's weight in his hoister was a heavy reminder.
The Underground was uncharted waters, for him. Red lamps lit the stones like blood or burlesque, something tempting and forbidden and sickeningly sweet that laid waiting, down the endless parade of artificial light and cobblestone. Rock's steps were unsure as he closed the distance between the him and Hades; he scrolled his sunglasses carefully down the bridge of his nose to get a better view of his surroundings. Was she here yet? Mistrust pounded in stead of a hearbeat.