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Post by roseyposey on May 1, 2015 15:16:20 GMT -8
Seven minutes to three am and he’s in some Toronto park. He’d pissed his brother Gareth off, said something about his girlfriend: how she was a slut or how Gareth knocked her up after a week or how he’d fucked her when Gareth left to buy coffee. All true, except the latter. But give it time. Gareth had yelled, threatened to smash his head against the stove, ordered him to get his “dirty ass” out of the apartment. An odd Saturday night; usually he got kicked out earlier.
Sitting on a park bench, Rosen crossed his ankles and tossed the hair from his face. In the black and gusty and enormous night, their apartment seemed only a dream. Only something conjured in the gloomy boudoir of his imagination. Cluttered desk; low, lumpy sofa; dusty and modishly cut draperies. Everything was far off and obscure, his thoughts and senses caught between three am philosophy and delirium. Rosen turned his collar against the wind and looked to the trees, where skeleton branches were made fantastical by cobweb and shadow. Oh, what a poor life for the beau ideal of apartment evictees.
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Post by crow on May 3, 2015 6:35:28 GMT -8
You'd think being dead meant trivial things like the weather would stop being a bother, but Vasili learned early on in his career as an apprentice that snow and icy winds felt just as unpleasant as they did when he was alive.
In a split second, he went from standing in a warm field of chrysanthemums to standing in the chilly spring Toronto air (which was, to his surprise, much warmer than it was a week ago.) He glanced around the empty park with a quiet tsk. Empty, except for a scruffy looking young man lounging on a park bench. In this weather? Well, easier than finding a reap target in a crowded city, he supposed. Tucking the chrysanthemum into his pocket, Vasili stepped out from under the shadow of the tree and continued briskly down the park pathway, past the man on the park bench, the soles of his boots echoing in the silence.
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Post by polaris on May 3, 2015 12:28:54 GMT -8
The fallen had taken part in a little wine taste testing event, it had been a very useful event for him and Rieti was happy that he came all the way to Toronto in order to experience it. He was softly humming a familiar tune while walking forward and slowed down a bit in order to adjust the collar of his black jacket before picking up the speed again. Was it really 3 am already? Rieti hadn’t noticed the flow of time but then again staying up this late wasn’t anything new to him, he was a bartender after all.
The old man decides to take a little shortcut through the park, not paying much attention to his surroundings before he heard the loud footsteps in the otherwise quiet park. Rieti slows down while casually eyeing the man who was walking towards him. An apprentice... The fallen could only let out a soft sigh but without paying much attention to the other man walking through the park, Rieti simply bows his head slightly while walking past the apprentice, averting his gaze. It was better to just act natural and walk away, with luck the apprentice would do the same and nothing bad happens.
And then he sees the man sitting on the bench all alone, looking like he had been drinking the whole night. Oh Rieti had seen plenty of his kind, but the fallen didn’t stop to help him because unlike the apprentice this man seemed to have his thread and that meant that it would be wiser to just leave him alone to clear his head.
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Post by roastbeef on May 3, 2015 21:14:22 GMT -8
If Jim said the drop in temperature didn't phase him when they shifted to Canada--springtime Canada but still, you know, Canada--he would have been lying through his chattering teeth. He shuddered, shoving his hands and flower into the pockets of the coat he'd picked up. It was thick and puffy like a quilt, warm by his toasty California standards but clearly not warm enough; the wind was going right through him! Geez. If you looked at Vasili you'd think it was mid-May, tip-toeing through the tulips or something but then, the man was Russian. Also, his face seemed sort of stuck sometimes, Jim didn't know, it was probably some stoic thing and surviving harsh winters whatever--
Speaking of--
"HEY hey hey, wait up!" Jim jogged to keep up with his teammate, footfalls heavy on the pavement. "Would it kill you to wait like, the half second it takes me to pop over, man? It's like the buddy system, right, you never know who's out right now! It's dangerous to go alone! Take this!" He bumped his shoulder into Vasili as he fell into step beside him, grinning at his own joke.
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Post by roseyposey on May 4, 2015 15:29:03 GMT -8
Rosen sighed, stroking his cheek with his right knuckle. But-- something in the corner of his eye? Thick fur, large silhouette on the path. An animal? It was a judgement only made possible by his aberration, by his shifting grip on reality, and still wholefully skewed by the sleepy, ill feeling this was all some lingering and dyspeptic dream. He jerked to his feet. "What th'fuck--!?" Blood rushed to his head, senses reeling, and his surroundings swelled and receded with every thump of his heart. In a horrible daze he closed his eyes and used the bench to steady himself. Stop fucking around, Rosen. Focus, focus. As his vision followed his instructions, his tense shoulders and wide eyes went slack. The animal -- only a trick. Only some stranger.
"HEY hey hey, wait up!"
Rosen, a hand on the back of the bench for support, watched as some stranger informed Mr. Fur-Coat of the buddy system. But there'd been someone else, right? Had there? Maybe? Someone who'd walked by in Rosen's fitful daze. A set of footsteps and a red tie, a black overcoat billowing behind them. But, putting a face to the stranger was hard. And, now content watching the other two -- the odd pair, Mr. Puffy-Coat and Mr. Fur -- he wouldn't bother.
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Post by crow on May 4, 2015 18:26:36 GMT -8
Vasili slowed down his pace as a he passed by the man in the long coat. There was a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't put his finger on just what it was. And then a slow blink as he noticed the obvious lack of thread and the humorously outdated eyewear and coat (not like he was one to talk, really.)
I see.
He opened his mouth to speak - make some smartass comment about running away - but was interrupted by the shout of his teammate. Instead, with eyes still on the stranger, he turned around and called out lazily, "look who finally decided to show up-" and then jolted as Jim's shoulder bumped into his. Jim made some comment that didn't quite make any sense, but Vasili was already fixated on something else. His eyes were no longer on the fallen (most probably - it wasn't any apprentice he had seen in the last couple decades, at least) and instead locked onto the panicked looking man - now standing and looking straight at them, how lovely.
"Don't mind us," he called out. "Go back to whatever you were doing on that bench earlier. Napping, sleeping, nursing a hangover."
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Post by roseyposey on May 5, 2015 13:17:08 GMT -8
Two seconds, ten seconds, fifteen. How long had Rosen been staring before he realized it was mutual? He steadied his posture and thrust his fists deep in the pockets of his jeans, his brow furrowing. "'Don't mind us'," he copied in a shrill, insolent singsong. The night -- disordered and wild with stars -- parodied his irritation and the stranger's guess, easily proven by the two empty beer cans on the bench, fanned it to a fever-pitch. Though less hungover, more soft-core drunk. One can at his apartment, two here.
"'Go back to whatever you were doing'--" dropping his octave to his normal voice-- "fuck off." His embarrassment and anger distracted him from the oddity of Mr. Fur's outfit, the out-of-date feel of it all, and the two stranger's earlier convo. All he noticed was the wind nipping at his ears and his own tea tree shampoo sharp in his nose. Good job, Rosen. You're expert Hunter material. "Who th'fuck wears fur any more," he mumbled. Whoever said fur was back in style didn't know shit.
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Post by roastbeef on May 5, 2015 21:56:50 GMT -8
Jim whistled, a high note sliding low as he raised his eyebrows. He was surprised on two counts--one, that they were seen, two: man, what was eating him? Not that Vasili was the most smiley of folk either but hey, man was just--saying hi? Being unhelpful but generally inoffensive?
Was it even their problem? Jim could probably take a couple guesses at the situation--empty beer cans, late hour, someone was having a bad time tonight! He gave his head a tiny shake, laughing for lack of a better response. "Evening to you too, sunshine!" he chirped. "Something piss on your cheerios or what, dang!" He put his hands on his hips, fingertips tucked into coat pockets and elbows sticking out. Cranky as the dude was, he had to hope someone friendly would come looking for him--outside in the cold on one's lonesome was no good place to be, especially drunk.
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Post by crow on May 6, 2015 5:19:50 GMT -8
Vasili was torn between looking insulted at the response or pleased at actually riling the man up - that didn't take much effort at all, if any. He took a few eager steps forward, almost rolling his eyes at Jim's chipper comment in the process (well, he would have rolled his eyes if eye-rolling was a habit he grew up with, he supposed. He had actually tried it some time ago and couldn't understand how it expressed exasperation.)
"You should head back home before you catch a cold. A bit early for you to die, you know," he almost purrs as he tilts his body forward a little to look the man in the eye, clearly enjoying himself. "I'm sure your ladyfriend is chilly without you there to share a bed with her." He paused, giving the man a once-over with a raised brow. "On second thought, I'm not too sure about there being a lady at all. She must have low standards."
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Post by roseyposey on May 7, 2015 7:20:57 GMT -8
He gave a sharp, disdainful snort. The other stranger -- some smiling fuck with a pretty little neck he'd love to wring -- had effectively caught his attention. And had effectively pissed him off. More than before. "It's rude to insult you're mother's cooking," he retorted, too cliché, too confusing to be clever. Who does this son of a bitch think they are? Facing him with that smile and those arms akimbo? Rosen scowled and pushed the hair from his eyes with his wrist. And now Fur-Coat's back, with their few steps forward and their shitty insults and their stare down. Two against one. Unfair.
"Die? That a threat?--" smirking, eyelids lowering half-mast-- "don't make threats you can't keep." His stare never left the fur-clad stranger. "And if a lady needs low standards to fuck me, then I'd hate to see the ladies you hook up with."
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Post by crow on May 12, 2015 6:59:14 GMT -8
Vasili straightened his posture and gave a small shrug, ignoring the jab at the end of the angry stranger's retort with a bit of effort. "Oh, I suppose you're right on that account. Not supposed to be messing with," he hums, making a vague motion with his hand, "the rules, and all that. Terribly boring, I know." He glanced away for a second to check his phone - 3:26, only three minutes left until the scheduled reaping time.
And there was no one else here in the park, as far as Vasili could tell. How irritating. Was it possible someone fell asleep in the park and was going to die from hypothermia? It wasn't that cold. Quiet, unassuming deaths were always the most troublesome to find.
As if on cue, the stillness (minus the stranger's almost inaudible growling - he really did resemble an angry, snapping dog, now that Vasili thought about it. Scratch that, dogs were probably cuter) was interrupted by the screech of tires and the tell-tale sound of crumpling metal in the distance. Vasili immediately brightened.
"And there's my cue. It really was nice meeting you, er-" he paused and waved his hand in Rosen's direction, "Andrew. Eric. You look like an Eric. Anyway, hello, goodbye, probably won't be running into each other again."
((omg im not sure whos going next anymore-- also hauls rosen to the flower market event HE NEEDS TO RELAX and eat some sweets
smell some flowers
like chrysanthemums))
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