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Mai-Ly ([personal profile] formidable) wrote in [community profile] sweethymns2016-06-17 07:16 pm
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OPEN RP POST QUATRE



This a post where I'll RP anything with you! Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. If you wanna chat IDEAS.GIF, contact me at [plurk.com profile] sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). I also have LINE as maiscribbles. Have at it!

Cool Mood Music No. 1
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recluserose: (25)

lil' time skip

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-16 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[So that went better than expected. There's a lot that's been left unexplained, but Amelia feels like she probably made the better choice of letting this Booker DeWitt focus on his recovery. He's not a raving madman so that's an immediate relief. The resignation he displayed was somewhat troubling to Amelia, but she's not able to put a finger on why. Probably impossible at this point.

Overall, she's not in danger, he's getting some rest, and NOW THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF ALL.

Grading papers.

For a lifetime of witchcraft, Amelia Eva Steinbeck sure is entrenched in the life of a mundane. It helps since she hasn't made one mention of anything abnormal about her when she's already so odd to begin with. Lives alone in her own house, full of wind chimes and lets a gunman with bloodied dirty clothes stay in her house?

Those thoughts idly run through her head as she reads and grades the last few papers in her stack at 7 AM in the morning. Her phone is next to her, blaring out a familiar and nostalgic tune which she hums along with.
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Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world...
invigor: (➤holding hands while)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[When Booker goes to bed, sleep takes him hard. And his dreams are just as eager to visit him in equal force.

They're varied, strange -- images of a city in the clouds, a girl in a blue dress, "twin" scientists and their riddles. Blood and bullets and his hand twisting into black claws, his nose bleeding while staring at a man who has his face, but doesn't. A monster, casting deep shadows on the ground as it circles Booker, swooping in with a screech that could stop your heart.

Again, Booker startles awake. The shock blazes through his system, and he reaches for his gun... but only grabs at a fistful of blankets.]


Shit... [He tosses the comforter off of him, sitting up, confusion flittering away as he remembers where he is. What had happened. That redheaded woman letting him stay in her house, letting him sleep in one of her beds. He rubs a hand through disheveled hair, waiting for his heart to settle, blinking away sleep. He won't be getting more of that, now.

Sunlight filters in, grey and dim from an early morning sun. He isn't sure what to do now, so naturally, he pulls himself out of bed. He's wearing a loose white tshirt and checkered pajama pants, a sight that would be comical if not for the fact that he's too grateful to have them to laugh at them.

In the distance, a tune catches in his ear. Booker recognizes it, and it makes him furrow his brow in confusion. A tune he had not heard since Columbia -- he hesitates only for a second before deciding it's worth investigating.

And so only minutes later, Booker can be seen hovering in the entranceway of the room Amelia is in. He doesn't know if he should interrupt. She looks busy, but that song spikes his curiosity enough for him to make his presence known.]


What song is that?

[Mornin'.]
recluserose: (𝟥𝟦)

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Morning.

[Amelia looks up at Booker from the kitchen table and glances back down at her work. A red ink pen is being twirled between her fingers, albeit unsteadily. She's almost done with her grading and on her last paper and the pen scratches quickly across the surface.

She's dressed lightly for a Saturday morning; just a simple blouse and some slightly rolled up jeans and her hair is tied back in a messy bun.
]

You woke up earlier than I expected...

[Oh, right his question. Almost lost her train of thought there, but it's been a while since she had company.]

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears. 1985.

[Without looking away, her other hand moves to press the button on her phone to lower the volume.]

Guess you weren't around when that came out then.
invigor: (➤when they laid her in the grave)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
1985?

[Damn. Now he can't help but wonder with cynical amusement which universe stole the song and which did it originate from. (Though he knows the answer, he knows of the composer who apparently took due "inspiration" from different realities.) He has a lot of questions running through his head (and he ignores the remark about being up early), but the first query comes easily.]

I've heard it before. So what year is it now?
recluserose: (How I wish you could see the potential)

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Mentioning the year was somewhat intentional in order to gauge his origin. His inquiry and reply was rather telling. Now to see how he reacts to... ]

21st century. 2014.

[Yeah, we're going there.]
invigor: (➤i toss and turn)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[w h a t

Booker doesn't know what to do with that information. He looks a bit in shock, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen with one arm.]


2014? [He's in the 2000s?!]

I- [He pauses, still processing this. It would explain a lot, in retrospect. The odd design choices, the strange technology -- like that glowing box producing music from some group called Tears for Fears.

Oddly, this information just makes him feel... even more adrift than before. He tries to keep his gaze on her, but there's something unsteady about him.]


Goddamn.
recluserose: (𝟥𝟨)

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[When she sees him go unsteady, Amelia sets her pen on the table and she stands up with clear concern in her eyes.]

Booker. Still with me?

[Instinctively, her hand reaches up to touch his forehead as if trying to calm him (and she is, it's the magic, it's a simple spell with a low pulse to give off a soothing sensation.]

You should have slept longer.
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invigor: (➤why believe it?)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[While Booker would normally recoil from a stanger's touch (he doesn't know Amelia that well, after all), he doesn't move from it-- he's trying to understand why he would have brought to some world in 2014. It didn't make sense. Hell, he should be dead, not displaced down the stream of time. Is this how it was going to be? Would Elizabeth show up again to straighten this out? Would he ever even see her again?

So Amelia's touch goes oddly unresponded to, and it's only when he feels a strange rush of... calm he comes back to reality. He's not sure why, but it helps him regain his focus.]


Y-yeah. Sorry. [He straightens, trying to pretend it's not as disquieting as it really is.] I slept well enough. Just my dreams woke me up, is all.
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Okay.

[Her hand is set down and she takes one step back.]

So. Man out of time then.

[The way she says and takes in the situation just adds to her oddness and a dissonance to the whole situation they've found themselves in. As if the unusual and out of place were everyday things to her. And in a way, Amelia does realize that she should be reacting a bit more to the fact that this man was from a different time and yet she doesn't want to make a fuss. And she's had over 60 years of magic and there are stranger things still.]
invigor: (➤get away from the pain)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Man out of time, indeed. And many more things.] 1912. [He utters it breathlessly, as if to himself.

But he forces his resolve to strengthen, and looks directly at Amelia, searching her expression, as if it'll unearth some clue about this insightful woman.]


You don't seem all that surprised.
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Um.

To be honest I think my reaction is delayed to the point where my surprise is dull, but trust me.

This is a first and I have no idea where to go from here.
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invigor: (➤for this lady you are carrying)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well ain't that great. [It's dry and sarcastic, and a bit deadpan. And it's not her fault, but something clicks in Booker that resembles frustration towards his situation. His confusion twists into a clear frown.]

What am I supposed to do then? Like I said, I'm not even supposed to be here. Unless this is some surreal afterlife, I'm pretty certain that I'm not even supposed to be alive.

[That had been part of the plan, back then, in the river. That was where the twisted version of himself had been born, and it was there he would kill him.]
recluserose: (Step one shut up and listen)

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She holds her breath, and clasps her hands together trying to think. He isn't supposed to be alive? Then he was either dying or already dead. But he slept like a physical person would and woke up normally. So check that off. Also his forehead felt real, so that's another thing to take note of.]

... First thing's first. There's a change of clothes in your room.

[It was totally there, this whole time really]

Then we're going to go outside. Stretch your legs. Be ready to talk when you want.

[They can go to the local cafe that's empty this early in the morning and the owner knows Amelia well enough to just leave her and any company she has well alone.]

But leave the weapons behind okay? Civilians in this age aren't allowed to carry arms without a license.
invigor: (➤all my brothers sisters crying)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He sets his jaw stubbornly, but he can't bring himself to argue the point. Maybe he does need to get out -- to get a lay of the land, and maybe it'll settle his nerves. Maybe.]

...Fine.

[He thinks about what she said, though; the PI in him feels compelled to question.]

You've got men's clothes around here? I thought you said you were the only one who lives in this house?
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
I keep spare clothes for people in general.

[She crosses her arms and looks at him as if challenging him to try and extrapolate further.]
invigor: (➤this tainted love you've given)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Challenge accepted.]

Why? You get a lot of strays?
recluserose: (20)

[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Not all of them come from 1912. Now, shoo. Go change.
invigor: (➤lord i hate to see her go)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Uh huh. He's gonna remember you dodging the questions, Amelia.

But for now he relents, in a mockery of his time in the military.]
Sir, yes sir.

[HE GIVES HER A LINGERING SKEPTICAL LOOK before he turns to go back to the guest room to change into these mysterious clothes of his.]
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[The clothes Amelia has as spares for Booker consist of dark denim jeans, boots, and a dark button up and a dark jacket... Huh. Well, it's supposed to be innocuous and modern.

She's dressed mostly the same, except for a wine red cardigan to beat the chill of the morning and her hair tumbles down in waves again. She's already standing at the front door, on her phone making sure her schedule doesn't have anything unexpected.
]
invigor: (➤sometimes i feel i've got to)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The clothes are definitely modern, and therefore it's hard not to think that they're odd, but once he puts them on and glances at the mirror, he finds that they're... strangely suited to him. He straightens the collar of his jacket, one hand plunging experimentally into a sleeve.]

...weird.

[When he's done, he approaches her at the front door, looking vaguely uncertain.]

So where we going?
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Cafe.

[She pockets her phone and opens up the door. Outside, it's still a little grey, but slowly warming up. Amelia's house is isolated from the other neighborhoods, but the walk to town isn't too bad. Her house is surrounded by a flower garden and it's easy to see that it's well taken care of, especially the roses.]

The place I go to makes coffee better than I can.

[Amelia looks at Booker dressed up and smiles slightly.]

Good. Looking good, I mean.
invigor: (➤by and by lord by and by)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He has to admit that coffee sounds good right about now. He takes a glance outside, not sure what to expect. There's a flower garden -- hers, he assumes -- and it lends to the sight not being as jarring as he thought it might be. All-in-all, it's actually peacefully looking.]

Coffee's a little stronger than tea. We're getting there. [A half-hearted attempt at a joke, and he blinks when she compliments him. He doesn't know how to take it (he feels weird dressed this way), but he'll take her word for it.]

Thanks. Same could be said for yourself. [Dressed up for... a day on the town, he supposes?]
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Thanks.

[If she's trying to hide that she's pleased by his compliment, she's not doing a good job. But it makes her seem nicer, like a little more human with that reaction.]

Here, this way.

[And out they go, down the path. There's a few street signs and cars parked on the side. She talks while they walk.]

This town is called Blackgale. It's been my home for a while now. It's not as big as come other cities in this century, but it's a good place.
invigor: (➤everybody wants to rule the world)

[personal profile] invigor 2016-09-17 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Amelia might be an unusual woman, but Booker amusedly thinks to himself that she reacts to compliments much like a normal one.

He shoves his hands in his jean pockets as he follows, maybe only a step behind and to the side of her. The fresh air feels nice in his lungs, and he makes a note to take deep breaths, a calming habit of his.

He listens, and can't help but eye the decidedly modern-looking cars as they pass.]


Blackgale, huh? It looks nice and peaceful. [But Booker knows looks can be deceiving -- Columbia was a prime example of that. Of course, he doesn't expect Blackgale to be the same way. (At least he certainly hopes not.)] How long have you lived here?
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[personal profile] recluserose 2016-09-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's been over ten years now. I work at the local high school as a teacher.

[As if on cue, a passerby waves at Amelia with a greeting, Hi, Miss Steinbeck. She jumps as if not quite used to it, but she manages a friendly wave back before continuing on.]

So people know me.

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