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Oz Vessalius ([personal profile] noisyclockhands) wrote in [community profile] holyrelic2012-06-30 10:43 pm

♭ NOTE 02

[ Some days start out kind of bizarre, some days stay kind of normal

needless to say that bizarre is pretty much the default here, but it can always be upped a bit, right? Not that there is need to worry, the extra weird today is mostly harmless!

When you walk around the town you'll see different posters pinned to buildings, walls, trees? maybe even trees. Also: to people's backs, because someone has no shame.

They look like regular wanted posters really, or as regular as it gets here. There is a text ('Tulip Killer, not all that dangerous! Needs to be caught as soon as possible' or 'Lost Puppy, not properly house-trained yet. Would be happy to have him returned to us!'), a probably unfamiliar member address as well as a self-drawn picture above that. Amusingly enough, both types of posters show the same thing: a pretty boy with smooth features and light-shaded hair.

The likeness is easily good enough to recognise one (1) Hope Estheim for those who know him.

So, what will you do? Ping that number? catch Oz while he is pinning a poster to something/someone/you? ask him how he keeps those things to actually stay stuck?

or be sane and walk away from this nonsense ]
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[personal profile] brightfuture 2012-07-04 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's all... so very confusing. Hope shudders at the sudden invasion of privacy, shutting his eyes as if expecting the other to reciprocate by delivering a blow (to his face, to his stomach, or perhaps he would attempt to tackle him to the ground, once again? There's plenty of possibilities, yet just a second, maybe two to consider them all ), but all he ends up with is a pair of hands enveloping his own.

Receiving a punch seems almost soothing of an idea when compared to what comes next.

Staring into these green eyes helps him realize that it's not about the posters anymore - their existence is another matter entirely, something he would make Oz account for later. Hardly trifle, but not nearly as upsetting as what he's facing at this very moment. ]

Stop [ a deliberate pause. ] lecturing me.

[ Yet, one look at the boy's face reveals cracks in his little rebellion, and the fact he's been listening more intently than he would admit. Also, hey there, little bunny, your hands get pushed away in 1 . . 2 . . 3. ]

Bracing for the worst spares you eventual disappointment. [ and there's been... a lot of it, let's admit. ] I don't expect you to understand.

[ You have surely noticed that he's weirdly fond of this particular phrase. This time, though? It's completely stripped off conviction, the way he speaks. Hollow.

And, since we were talking about it just a second ago? Filled with pure disappointment. ]