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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 12:45 am
Preacher was out walking. This, in of itself, was unsurprising - she didn't have much else to do on her days off. If it weren't for labor laws, she'd work 24/7, maybe with breaks to eat and sleep. Maybe. But she'd make bank. What she really needed to do was find another job, part-time, at night, and work her little fingers to the bone. She hated the idea. Sighing, she wandered through the park, wishing she knew more about edible bushes than she did. Preacher could and did buy real food now, but she was saving and scrimping in every way. There was a new apartment to get and if she waited just a bit longer, prices would drop. The renters who were banking on students to fill their vacancies would get nervous and - She stopped. Now, while Preacher didn't have the best memory for faces or names, hair color stood out in her memories. Which, she admitted, was probably strange. But it also let her know she'd seen that shock of galaxy-colored hair before. He was sitting on a bench, presumably reading. She strolled over, hands in the pockets of her overalls, trying to be casual. And then, she plopped down next to him. "Hi," she said. "Nice weather, yeah?" Preacher paused. "I think I've seen you before. I'm Preacher. Have we met?" endejester let me know if this is ok!
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 8:29 am
He’d been sitting crisscross on the bench, small enough that the odd posture didn’t take up too much of the bench, but also provided him a more comfortable surface to write in his notebook. It had become something between a diary and a place to catalog the strange things he had seen and heard. His writing was on exceptionally small side, so it wasn’t as though someone could casually read over his shoulder at least. They could however, surprise him because he wasn’t paying attention to the world around him, or expecting company. Let alone company that directly addressed him. He glanced up startled, picking up his pen and closing the notebook over his fingers, blinking at her in surprise. “Um, yeah, it’s lovely weather…” he confirmed glancing her over and tipping his head slightly, had he seen her before? He couldn’t remember, but he’d seen a great many faces. “I don’t… I mean, we might have in passing?” He said cautiously. I um… Zac.” He let go of his pen, catching it in the spine of the notebook to hold his place and closed it completely. The expression on his face was saying what he seemed to be on the shy side of actually saying, which amounted to ‘may I help you?’ mixed with ‘what did I do?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 11:25 am
"Your hair is-" She made a vague gesture." -"familiar. Were you at Black Friar's?" Preacher just could not be subtle. She had tried for a slow build-up, a bit of small talk and that was done. It was time for questions. She did, however, resist leaning forward.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 12:29 pm
A shift in posture spoke volumes, a tension that ran through him like a bowstring, caution in his expression. “For… the Job faire. Yes.” He said watching her with that same guarded expression. Did he know her? He was sure that they hadn’t talked before, or if they had it was little more than in passing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 8:10 pm
She grimaced. Preacher hadn't meant to scare him. "Sorry, Zac, I was there, too, y'know. I saw you go upstairs. If it's okay and all, was wondering if you could help me piece together somethin'?" She paused. "Your eyes are... nevermind." A trick of the light, maybe. Or Zac was strung out on some wicked drugs - his pupils looked the size of the moon.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 8:21 pm
“Black.” He said firmly, having settled on that as an explanation. “I know, my eyes are black.” He said trying to sound firm. He still felt strange about them, and that might have carried in his voice, but people did have black for an eye color, just not usually quite so… dark. So yeah; maybe he was just a tiny bit touchy about it. He liked having blue eyes against his dark skin.. But if you saw the ‘stars’ well…. Those were pretty awesome. “Piece um, what together exactly?” He said cautiously. “Because if its about Blackfriers, I spent the end of that in the hospital because crazy people with sharp objects.” Caution, thy name was Zac.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 10:56 am
"Well, they're neat lookin', so there." s**t, he was so touchy. Preacher wrinkled her nose at him and his cautious words. "Ugh, hospitals suck - I'm glad you're recovered. And, like, piece together events." She waved her hands around. There was no way he'd gone upstairs and not seen stuff, right? Preacher chewed her lip for a second; they both couldn't dance around it forever. "I know there were moondudes involved, so... was it just one big bad wolf or what? Organized mafia werecrime?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 8:03 pm
“Sorry, I’m just a little…. “ He started, started to apologize for being touchy about the eyes, but then he stopped at what she said next, turning to stare at her, wide eyed. “I’m sorry, m…moon what? Mafia were-crime? Is this…” He glanced around and then stared at her again frowning. “I umm…” He glanced around, he looked somewhere between nervous and like he was looking for the ‘candid camera’.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:04 pm
Preacher did roll her eyes. "I know you're not as dense as cornbread." He had been upstairs; he had to know about the were junk. Zac had even said he went tot he hospital after - presumably from were stuff! Wait, what if he was one now? Her mouth rounded in a small oh for a second before she resumed her questions. "I know part of what went on; I wanna know the rest. Ashdown's spooky, right?" She looked at him intently.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 7:35 am
Zac looked, well, nonplussed to say the least. Most people came up with 'rational explanations' for the spooky rather than accost people in the park over it. "It's not spooky. It's deadly." He said quietly, darkly even. "People almost died in that Library, some died after." Knifes, hair being lifted away, and a spill of blood. It was all still very prominent in his mind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:08 am
"I know that; I'm not stupid." Preacher idly cracked her knuckles. "I can't make ya tell me what's what, but consider this. I'm just a normal b***h caught up in this s**t. The more info I have, the better I stay alive." Of course it wasn't just that - she was wildly nosy, as well. Knowledge was power and all that. She slanted a look at Zac. He was far more taciturn than she'd expected. Preacher knew, she just knew there was something bigger at work than BlackFriar's. She wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't an isolated incident. There was a whole 'nother world, after all, and this was just it leaking over or something.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 8:30 pm
Zac frowned. “The best advice anyone can give you, is that no one ‘knows’ jack s**t. Because as someone who… apparently, is NOT normal. Because you’re so sure that I’m a reservoir of knowledge on how to stay alive, despite my hospital time. I can tell you in complete honesty that I wasn’t expecting a library full of mauling and danger elevators.” He took a breath and let it out slowly, frowning slightly. “If you’re looking for survival advice. I’d say I’ve got a bad track record.” He tugged at his shirt and showed off at least one scar that vanished down below his collar.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 9:16 am
"The ******** is a 'danger elevator'?" She crossed and recrossed her arms. "I'm not sayin' you're a boy scout's guide to living. I'm saying you know more about rainy bleed into this Ashdown than I do. "I wanna know what could be coming. What things could blur over to here where I gotta deal with it. Stuff like why there were moon-people going nuts; could it happen again; what else is there."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 9:21 am
"I don't know what's coming next! No one does! I mean if you want to -try- for answers so hard that you get sucked in, then go... go talk to Sunny on the beach!" He waved his hands. "I mean...god, what does a danger elevator sound like? Think horror movie, doors open, bad guy comes out!" "And just to be absolutely clear... yes, I think KNOWING s**t about this place lets it drag you in!" He let out a frustrated breath. "Magic eight balls are more informative on what might be coming next. I'm serious." He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. "... I can give you ONE piece of advice and one warning sign."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 9:58 am
"Wow." Preacher waited until Zac was done. " Excuse me for trying to learn s**t so I don't die next time weird s**t happens." Clearly, he'd been the wrong person to ask. She'd learned all of ******** nothing. "But, yeah, sure, I'll bite. What's your advice and warning, then?"
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