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tampered2006-09-05 11:43 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Sept. 6, midnight?
Rating; PG (likely)
Characters; Scarab (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noh_dancer), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare)
Summary; Having helped guide him to the library, Scarab calls in a minor debt.
Log;
It was late night, again, and he was alone with that grating tick, again, what harm could it do? The Corinthian accepted Scarab's offer, though it was more like a duty he owed her out of respect, and agreed to meet at one of the few places he'd seen serving alcoholic drinks that weren't mixed with liquor of questionable origins. It wasn't that he didn't like opening up to new ideas, the white-blond just didn't believe he should expose himself to such potential risks so soon. He didn't even wait for her inside the establishment, choosing to stand around outside like the 'hardcase' he was.
Actually he loitered on the sidewalk to enjoy a cigarette, one of the few in his slowly dwindling pack. He'd have to restock sometime later though he would be most meticulous about the brand if they didn't serve any earthly kinds.
Considering the absence of most laws in The City one might wonder why he didn't take his poisonous puffing inside where he could have an ashtray within arm's reach. Like Scarab seemed uncomfortable presenting her disfigured hand, The Corinthian was uncomfortable sucking down carcinogens that would have to escape through all three of his mouths. Holding smoke in one's normal mouth was distasteful enough, keeping the clouds in his teeth-eyes were just masochistic.
So he puffed away, waiting for her arrival, seeping gray from his lips and his glasses.
Rating; PG (likely)
Characters; Scarab (
noh_dancer), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare)Summary; Having helped guide him to the library, Scarab calls in a minor debt.
Log;
It was late night, again, and he was alone with that grating tick, again, what harm could it do? The Corinthian accepted Scarab's offer, though it was more like a duty he owed her out of respect, and agreed to meet at one of the few places he'd seen serving alcoholic drinks that weren't mixed with liquor of questionable origins. It wasn't that he didn't like opening up to new ideas, the white-blond just didn't believe he should expose himself to such potential risks so soon. He didn't even wait for her inside the establishment, choosing to stand around outside like the 'hardcase' he was.
Actually he loitered on the sidewalk to enjoy a cigarette, one of the few in his slowly dwindling pack. He'd have to restock sometime later though he would be most meticulous about the brand if they didn't serve any earthly kinds.
Considering the absence of most laws in The City one might wonder why he didn't take his poisonous puffing inside where he could have an ashtray within arm's reach. Like Scarab seemed uncomfortable presenting her disfigured hand, The Corinthian was uncomfortable sucking down carcinogens that would have to escape through all three of his mouths. Holding smoke in one's normal mouth was distasteful enough, keeping the clouds in his teeth-eyes were just masochistic.
So he puffed away, waiting for her arrival, seeping gray from his lips and his glasses.
no subject
No worrying that Faye's smartass remarks would end with her being gutted for kicks.
Frederick, though...well he didn't deal well with the supernatural. Which is to say he didn't deal very well with the city on a whole.
She took another sip, this one a bit more generous than the last.
" No. I didn't have any friends back home." None living anyway...
" I don't know about being all that 'fortunate', but it is nice not having to watch my back alone anymore."
The candid statement was probably due to the fine rice wine in her hand....but that made it no less true.
A real pity it took lowered inhibitions in order for the truth to be easier to tell.
She smiled and took a thoughtful drag on her cigar, noting it was nearly cached.
" You know what Scarabs do in nature, right? They clean up other animals shit."
A half shrug.
"Thats what I used to do. Clean up other people's shit. Generally rich and powerful people, the ones that got to be a little too rich or powerful."
It was a slightly easier way of saying 'I was an assassin. I killed crime lords, and Yakuza because the government dicks didn't like to share.'
no subject
"I had two, maybe three," he mentioned to Scarab off hand, almost briefly melancholic.
"Mm, you're fortunate to have people to help you," and the nightmare could say she returned the favor to other strangers likewise, from personal experience. "I do," know what scarabs do, said the man of seemingly few words as he exhaled again.
"I know what you mean, doing their dirty work," not to imply that's how he viewed himself, but it may have seemed that way. "Keeping the pests under control," The Corinthian nodded. "Is it how you came to be here," he asked without looking at her, in case such a question should be a sensitive subject, and his mouths would certainly crave a taste of it.