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melodiesoflife2016-06-27 02:52 pm
sullenstallion) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-06-27 02:52 pm
Entry tags:
ugh, i hate this
Characters: Dylas and open!
Where: Fishing outside Aqures Ixen
When: 22nd of June through the 25th of June, late at night
Summary: There’s a curfew in effect, and Dylas can’t dodge the police all the time. Whether they’re sent there by the police to keep him company, a fellow character out too late who needs to be forced with someone to avoid a fine, or a ‘friend’ of his he’s asked to accompany him, they’re going to have a late night fishing trip.
Warnings: Probably none.
Note: I’m leaving off the dates he’s suspected for murder, but they’re not admissions of guilt, it’s to keep things mysterious. Because there are only four nights available, if more than four people want to babysit Dylas, it’ll have to be assumed they only stay with him half of the night, which is no big deal!
[This is kind of a drag.
He’s used to murder and killing. Someone could probably look at his claws and fangs and assume that. Dylas has to stop and wonder when he became so desensitized to killing, but then he decides to stop wondering about it because he doesn’t want to admit he’s desensitized to begin with. It’s always an internal struggle adjusting to this world where he has a different relationship with humans.
Whatever!
He scoffs and moves his hoof in the water where he’s sitting, pants rolled up and rod held firmly between his hands as he waited for fish to bite. It’s peaceful. It’s late, pleasantly so, and the moon and the cold always help him relax a little more than they should. He hardly makes a sound thanks to his equipped job, so everything is perfectly serene and silent.
Except he’s not alone.]
You’re being too quiet.
[No doubt, Dylas had asked his companion (or ordered them) to keep quiet, but sitting in silence with someone, not knowing what they’re doing is almost worse than being left to his own devices. Like, what if they’re staring at him? Or doing something weird?!]
Where: Fishing outside Aqures Ixen
When: 22nd of June through the 25th of June, late at night
Summary: There’s a curfew in effect, and Dylas can’t dodge the police all the time. Whether they’re sent there by the police to keep him company, a fellow character out too late who needs to be forced with someone to avoid a fine, or a ‘friend’ of his he’s asked to accompany him, they’re going to have a late night fishing trip.
Warnings: Probably none.
Note: I’m leaving off the dates he’s suspected for murder, but they’re not admissions of guilt, it’s to keep things mysterious. Because there are only four nights available, if more than four people want to babysit Dylas, it’ll have to be assumed they only stay with him half of the night, which is no big deal!
[This is kind of a drag.
He’s used to murder and killing. Someone could probably look at his claws and fangs and assume that. Dylas has to stop and wonder when he became so desensitized to killing, but then he decides to stop wondering about it because he doesn’t want to admit he’s desensitized to begin with. It’s always an internal struggle adjusting to this world where he has a different relationship with humans.
Whatever!
He scoffs and moves his hoof in the water where he’s sitting, pants rolled up and rod held firmly between his hands as he waited for fish to bite. It’s peaceful. It’s late, pleasantly so, and the moon and the cold always help him relax a little more than they should. He hardly makes a sound thanks to his equipped job, so everything is perfectly serene and silent.
Except he’s not alone.]
You’re being too quiet.
[No doubt, Dylas had asked his companion (or ordered them) to keep quiet, but sitting in silence with someone, not knowing what they’re doing is almost worse than being left to his own devices. Like, what if they’re staring at him? Or doing something weird?!]