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Mar. 19th, 2012 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sooochangeableHi Luceti. Another newcomer here.
[For once in a great while Luceti - a New Feather understands the concept of the Journals and doesn't spend their first post making a great fuss over how to work it. Nope! James Moriarty - or as he will be going by until further notice - James Milverton knows exactly what to do.
He has a soft voice, pleasant to listen to with a bit of an Irish lilt to it.
He starts off by just smiling into the camera and waving. Right off the bat, James looks as if he's had a hell of a first day. He's got stitches on his head, right around the hairline; a bruise on his cheek that's now a lovely mishmash of purple and red; a split lip on the right side and a ring of dark bruises around his neck. James doesn't look like he'd make for a very good fighter so any assumptions that this is the result of him being beaten up won't insult him in the least. Because that's what has happened.
At least he's out of his New Feather garb! He's wearing things he just picked up at the shop, none of it really looks right on him. But they're clothes - he's not complaining.
On the outside at least.]
I was just looking through the Guide last night - really helpful stuff, whoever made this thing I'm really quite grateful for that so...thanks. But yes, I was looking through it and I wanted to ask a little further about the things you were wearing popping up in the shop.
Does that include jewelry? Things that aren't really yours but...what you were wearing at the time?
Just wondering.
[He looks a bit.... hesitant to bring this next subject up. But he's forcing himself to be brave about it. (Ain't it sad folks?) He takes a gulp, steadies himself and makes himself say it.]
I-If you were wondering about the...bruises and stuff auhm -- that was from the guy I woke up with. Tall, dark hair, English, blue eyes - if that helps. If that description rings any bells....who is he? I never caught a name, he was too busy -- [He gestures to the ring of bruises around his neck. They look like fingers.]
Anyway. He has a doctor friend: short, light hair, English as well. Actually saved my life last night, along with the help of Ms. LeBlanc.
If you're listening by the way - thank you, really. The stitches are holding nicely -- I think.
The reason I'm bringing this up is to just ask if anyone knows where they're living around here? I want to try and avoid them as much as possible. Luceti isn't really big enough to do that but I think if I can just...not go some places, I'll be alright.
Well that concludes this first post! Yaaaaay. [He does a mock celebration dance, wiggling where he's seated and chuckles afterwards. Embarrassed by himself, poor dear.]
Thanks for listening.
[For once in a great while Luceti - a New Feather understands the concept of the Journals and doesn't spend their first post making a great fuss over how to work it. Nope! James Moriarty - or as he will be going by until further notice - James Milverton knows exactly what to do.
He has a soft voice, pleasant to listen to with a bit of an Irish lilt to it.
He starts off by just smiling into the camera and waving. Right off the bat, James looks as if he's had a hell of a first day. He's got stitches on his head, right around the hairline; a bruise on his cheek that's now a lovely mishmash of purple and red; a split lip on the right side and a ring of dark bruises around his neck. James doesn't look like he'd make for a very good fighter so any assumptions that this is the result of him being beaten up won't insult him in the least. Because that's what has happened.
At least he's out of his New Feather garb! He's wearing things he just picked up at the shop, none of it really looks right on him. But they're clothes - he's not complaining.
On the outside at least.]
I was just looking through the Guide last night - really helpful stuff, whoever made this thing I'm really quite grateful for that so...thanks. But yes, I was looking through it and I wanted to ask a little further about the things you were wearing popping up in the shop.
Does that include jewelry? Things that aren't really yours but...what you were wearing at the time?
Just wondering.
[He looks a bit.... hesitant to bring this next subject up. But he's forcing himself to be brave about it. (Ain't it sad folks?) He takes a gulp, steadies himself and makes himself say it.]
I-If you were wondering about the...bruises and stuff auhm -- that was from the guy I woke up with. Tall, dark hair, English, blue eyes - if that helps. If that description rings any bells....who is he? I never caught a name, he was too busy -- [He gestures to the ring of bruises around his neck. They look like fingers.]
Anyway. He has a doctor friend: short, light hair, English as well. Actually saved my life last night, along with the help of Ms. LeBlanc.
If you're listening by the way - thank you, really. The stitches are holding nicely -- I think.
The reason I'm bringing this up is to just ask if anyone knows where they're living around here? I want to try and avoid them as much as possible. Luceti isn't really big enough to do that but I think if I can just...not go some places, I'll be alright.
Well that concludes this first post! Yaaaaay. [He does a mock celebration dance, wiggling where he's seated and chuckles afterwards. Embarrassed by himself, poor dear.]
Thanks for listening.
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Date: 2012-03-20 07:22 am (UTC)[His stitches itch something awful and his jaw and lip are sore. We won't even breech the subject of his neck as it's turning very mottled in purples and reds.]
Whatcha got in there?
[Curiosity gets the better of him often.]
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Date: 2012-03-20 05:48 pm (UTC)[setting the bags on the counter, she starts to remove items so he can see.]
I brought apples, this time, because they last well. But there's other fruit in the stores when you're feeling up to going.
There's pasta, if you feel like cooking, and cereal. [and she stops, holding up a small box with a smile] And tea.
[there were other things...basic supplies, really, and not much more, though she tilts her head toward the door] There's some milk in the fridge, too, and eggs. It's not a lot, really, but it'll give you some time to settle in.
[it was kind of nice, really. Back home, she never would have been able to do this-not from lack of want, but from lack of money. Here, the only sacrifice was the effort of carrying it over]
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Date: 2012-03-21 07:49 pm (UTC)Would you like some before you go? Tea, I mean.
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Date: 2012-03-22 03:21 am (UTC)[really, she'd wanted to check on him, so staying for tea was a good excuse.]
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:33 am (UTC)[Truly, he enjoys being alone far more than he does being in the presence of another person. However, as of late, he's become used to having another set of lungs breathing near him, another living body in the same rooms.
He wonders if this might stave it off. So, tea it is.]
How'd you take it, pet?
[The name slips out, honestly.]
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Date: 2012-03-24 04:21 am (UTC)Pet names spoke of confidence. Of being comfortable with the person you were addressing. It was certainly better than him being afraid, but it wasn't what she'd been expecting.]
Black is fine.
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Date: 2012-03-24 04:39 am (UTC)[While the kettle boils he puts away the rest of the things she's given him and sets out two mismatched cups. Not meant for tea but a mug and a regular glass. He still has to do that but who could expect the whole place to be furbished when he's just arrived.
He sets out a cup for Jilly; black. And for him one with an ample serving of milk. Because he can.]
Do you usually do this? Help people starting out here?
[He also grabs one of the apples she's brought him and sets it down next to his cup.]
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Date: 2012-03-24 04:43 am (UTC)[It's an idle answer, without feigned modesty or pride. Whatever motivated her to do this, it wasn't a desire for people's praise.] We all try to, really. It's not like any of us had a choice about arrive here, and it's not always an easy transition.
[obviously]
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Date: 2012-03-24 07:13 am (UTC)Still it's really nice of you.
Most people wouldn't think about anything but themselves.
[He sounds strangely bitter when he says that.]
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Date: 2012-03-25 07:23 am (UTC)Do you mind me asking where you're from?
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Date: 2012-03-25 08:03 am (UTC)Grew up in Ireland.
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Date: 2012-03-25 08:08 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-03-26 04:25 am (UTC)Left as soon as I could.
[Which was actually true. Shockingly.]
Got a scholarship to uni at St. Andrews and I've never been back.
[A lie.]
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Date: 2012-03-26 04:33 am (UTC)She gave him a light smile over her coffee cup] I guess I find it better to focus on what lies ahead. There's a whole world out there, with more in it than anyone could really imagine.
[she laughed, her wings giving a soft flutter in acknowledgment] Obviously.
It'd be a shame to miss out on it while looking back. [and there was her lie. A lie of omission, anyway. She did worry about the people she'd left behind. Quite a bit. But the sentiment itself was true. If she could, she would go back to them...but more than that, she'd like to bring them along on whatever road lay ahead]
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Date: 2012-03-26 07:28 am (UTC)]A truth; James had arranged his first real crime while he was in uni. A small robbery. Very successful.
He smiles, while thinking about it, and mutters:]
Well -- where I was.
But you're right. We should focus on the future.
[Dwelling on the past was crazy.]
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:42 pm (UTC)[she takes another sip of her tea before continuing] Do you need anything? For settling in, I mean.
No one knows how long we'll be here. It could be for a few days or...longer...but it doesn't hurt to act like it'll be long-term.
[she'd lived day-to-day for too many years. She knew how frustrating and unsettling it could feel]
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Date: 2012-03-31 01:24 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-04-02 11:25 pm (UTC)Shikki runs a clothing shop in town...but sometimes it's nice to have your things. If you check off and on, things will show up from home.
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Date: 2012-04-14 05:13 am (UTC)[He takes a drink and licks his lips before continuing. James drums his fingers against the cup before he speaks. He's nervous.]
It's a necklace. Just some dog-tags a friend gave me, but I told him I wouldn't lose them...
[He's weaving this story out of nowhere. Vying sympathy from the dear girl and making himself more pathetic in the process.]
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:08 am (UTC)Is there a name to look for?
[there had to be, right?]
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:37 am (UTC)[He says it quick.]
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:42 am (UTC)That's easy enough to remember. I'll keep an eye out.
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Date: 2012-04-14 07:51 am (UTC)Thanks.
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