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sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
because I promised raincake
Who: Gilbert Nightray and OPEN
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
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[Come on Gilbert get with the program. It's not every day Naoto does this]
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B-b-but I can't take it from you! Actually - you should hurry up and get inside just in case the rain gets any worse!
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[She takes a step closer to press the handle of the umbrella against his hands, holding the umbrella on the bar a little above the handle itself now]
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Even so - it wouldn't be right for me to take it like this!
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Why wouldn't it? I am offering it to you freely.
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[And he'll just be offering it back over to her while still making sure that it stays over her head.]
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[She stuffs her hands into her jacket pockets, refusing to take it back. She can be just as stubborn]
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[Yes, he's fully aware of how ridiculous all of this is.]
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[And not a bad strange either. More like Yosuke strange]
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...Yeah, that's true. Sorry.
[He does have manners when he's not so flustered, after all. Giving in, he holds tight to the umbrella to keep them both reasonably covered and offers her a hand in delayed-greeting.]
I'm Gilbert Nightray. It's nice to meet you.
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She ignores the apology and takes his hand when it's offered out to her to shake it.]
Naoto Shirogane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Gilbert-san. [A pause] Now if I may ask, what reason do you have for sitting out here in the rain?
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I'm trying to relax. Sitting next to a lake is supposed to be calming.
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Do you believe it to truly be relaxing? Even in this weather?
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Who knows. [Sigh.]
If you're giving up this umbrella, you have to at least let me walk you to where you're going.
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Hmmm she doesn't like that answer but oh well.]
Alright. If that is what it will take for you to keep the umbrella, then so be it.
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He glances down the opposite side of the street before turning back to her, but truthfully he's not sure which direction she was walking before she came across him. Too lost in angst, etc.]
Which way do you have to go?