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sirenspull_logs2012-10-29 12:16 am
seclusion) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-29 12:16 am
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i follow you blindly and bursting with hope and then
Who: Snake, a gentleman, and Emil, a much smaller gentleman.
When: Monday morning, October fifteenth.
Where: Tower Apartments lobby → library → adventure.
Summary: Emil, having been coddled for many, many sightless years, doesn't really know what he's doing. Snake's infinitely more knowledgeable, however, and has offered to help acclimate Emil to much of what he's been presented with.
Warnings: None that I can think of, but I'll update if necessary!
The sirens would come; Emil had known that. He'd heard them herald nightfall (was there really no sun? but he couldn't venture out to marvel at the lack of warmth), so he at least knew what to expect for morning. It's difficult, though, to anticipate something in your sleep, so the morning sirens had made for an uncomfortable awakening, with Emil tangling himself in the bedsheets in the haste of his trying to get up. With his eyes closed and his face tilted up a little ways, he'd called once, tentatively, "Sebastian?" Just in case. There was nothing, of course, so he tied his blindfold, donned his clothing as best he knew how, and went to wash up.
Now he sits primly in the building's lobby, back straight, hands folded neatly in his lap. He really hopes that, to the folks around him, he doesn't look as disheveled as he feels. The man at the counter asks him, once, "You doing okay over there?" Emil nods pleasantly and says, "I'm all right! I'm waiting for someone." That seems enough of an answer, anyway.
And he likes waiting, besides. He likes to hear the different sounds of life that people here and there are making, even if it's at times a little alarming. He can only imagine what walking around outside for a while will sound like in comparison.
Snake will find him at the promised spot, perhaps humming quietly, perhaps tapping his fingertips slowly over the faux leather cover of his chair's arm. He seems more at ease than he is.
When: Monday morning, October fifteenth.
Where: Tower Apartments lobby → library → adventure.
Summary: Emil, having been coddled for many, many sightless years, doesn't really know what he's doing. Snake's infinitely more knowledgeable, however, and has offered to help acclimate Emil to much of what he's been presented with.
Warnings: None that I can think of, but I'll update if necessary!
The sirens would come; Emil had known that. He'd heard them herald nightfall (was there really no sun? but he couldn't venture out to marvel at the lack of warmth), so he at least knew what to expect for morning. It's difficult, though, to anticipate something in your sleep, so the morning sirens had made for an uncomfortable awakening, with Emil tangling himself in the bedsheets in the haste of his trying to get up. With his eyes closed and his face tilted up a little ways, he'd called once, tentatively, "Sebastian?" Just in case. There was nothing, of course, so he tied his blindfold, donned his clothing as best he knew how, and went to wash up.
Now he sits primly in the building's lobby, back straight, hands folded neatly in his lap. He really hopes that, to the folks around him, he doesn't look as disheveled as he feels. The man at the counter asks him, once, "You doing okay over there?" Emil nods pleasantly and says, "I'm all right! I'm waiting for someone." That seems enough of an answer, anyway.
And he likes waiting, besides. He likes to hear the different sounds of life that people here and there are making, even if it's at times a little alarming. He can only imagine what walking around outside for a while will sound like in comparison.
Snake will find him at the promised spot, perhaps humming quietly, perhaps tapping his fingertips slowly over the faux leather cover of his chair's arm. He seems more at ease than he is.