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mayfield_rpg2012-07-18 09:23 pm
bloodsugar) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-18 09:23 pm
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A:) morning; 1648 ALRBRIGHT LANE. closed to housemates.
[ever since the Carnival, the days that Abel isn't spending watching over his little brother newly returned from the dead are instead passed by in the basement (which has been converted into something of a make-shift workroom). a workbench sits against the far wall, and there are various small parts littered atop it; he's been attempting to replicate the earpiece long-range Vatican-issue AX radios from home, but his efforts have been half-hearted as best. it's more an excuse to remain away from things down here then it is to make any real progress.
it's doubtful any of his loving 'family' have use for him, but... should you be looking for the rumpled mopey priest, it's where you'll find him.]
B:) early evening; CHURCH OF SALVATION. open.
[the good Father has been absent from this familiar place as of late, it's true; those who are used to seeing his face here probably won't think much of his reappearance. it's like an old piece of furniture being back in the room, right? his cassock is missing and a keen eye might notice he's a bit less composed, a little more sleepless than usual -- but Abel is Abel, at the end of the day.
he's keeping to himself for once, and in the act of something outside the routine one would expect from him; instead of being found in the kitchens heartily devouring whatever sweets Ciel has left in sight, he's behind the altar with match and candle. once it's lit, he's taking a small step back and observing the way the little flame glows before closing his eyes to hang his head in a familiar position of prayer. his fingers are clasped loosely around the rosary that never leaves him, however much everything else might change.
it may take him a while to notice an onlooker or newcomer, but... he will, if you give him a little time. or maybe you have a prayer to offer with him? either way, the Church is pleasantly calm this time of day... isn't it? peace is a precious commodity in Mayfield, so enjoy it with him while it lasts, hm?]
C:) ~midnight. AROUND TOWN & OUTSIDE THE JOHNSON RESIDENCE. open.
[though he's been reluctant to stray from his brother's side, Abel finds himself discontent to keep himself locked up in the house tonight. perhaps it's something about the sight of the moon, but... he's inevitably pining for fresh air and night sky.
hands in his pockets, he's ambling the streets in search of absolutely nothing in particular... but it must be coincidence that his feet bring him before one residence in particular with more frequency than the rest. it's the only house he halts before, as well -- to give a long and hard stare from eyes sharper than they had been a moment prior.
but it must be a trick of the light -- because they're softening again whenever his walk continues and takes him away from the Johnson's plot. yes... just a trick of the light. hopefully he doesn't carelessly walk into you in his absent journey!!]
[ever since the Carnival, the days that Abel isn't spending watching over his little brother newly returned from the dead are instead passed by in the basement (which has been converted into something of a make-shift workroom). a workbench sits against the far wall, and there are various small parts littered atop it; he's been attempting to replicate the earpiece long-range Vatican-issue AX radios from home, but his efforts have been half-hearted as best. it's more an excuse to remain away from things down here then it is to make any real progress.
it's doubtful any of his loving 'family' have use for him, but... should you be looking for the rumpled mopey priest, it's where you'll find him.]
B:) early evening; CHURCH OF SALVATION. open.
[the good Father has been absent from this familiar place as of late, it's true; those who are used to seeing his face here probably won't think much of his reappearance. it's like an old piece of furniture being back in the room, right? his cassock is missing and a keen eye might notice he's a bit less composed, a little more sleepless than usual -- but Abel is Abel, at the end of the day.
he's keeping to himself for once, and in the act of something outside the routine one would expect from him; instead of being found in the kitchens heartily devouring whatever sweets Ciel has left in sight, he's behind the altar with match and candle. once it's lit, he's taking a small step back and observing the way the little flame glows before closing his eyes to hang his head in a familiar position of prayer. his fingers are clasped loosely around the rosary that never leaves him, however much everything else might change.
it may take him a while to notice an onlooker or newcomer, but... he will, if you give him a little time. or maybe you have a prayer to offer with him? either way, the Church is pleasantly calm this time of day... isn't it? peace is a precious commodity in Mayfield, so enjoy it with him while it lasts, hm?]
C:) ~midnight. AROUND TOWN & OUTSIDE THE JOHNSON RESIDENCE. open.
[though he's been reluctant to stray from his brother's side, Abel finds himself discontent to keep himself locked up in the house tonight. perhaps it's something about the sight of the moon, but... he's inevitably pining for fresh air and night sky.
hands in his pockets, he's ambling the streets in search of absolutely nothing in particular... but it must be coincidence that his feet bring him before one residence in particular with more frequency than the rest. it's the only house he halts before, as well -- to give a long and hard stare from eyes sharper than they had been a moment prior.
but it must be a trick of the light -- because they're softening again whenever his walk continues and takes him away from the Johnson's plot. yes... just a trick of the light. hopefully he doesn't carelessly walk into you in his absent journey!!]
C Because we're agreed to be fashionably late to each other's posts
...and yes, he's bumped into Abel enough times to know how to not bump into Abel. He's obviously concerned when he sees the man going about the town like this. There's usually a bit more to his step, so Django's definitely going try and help.)
It's a nice night, isn't it?
fashionably late man, the only way to be!
so-- he's turning with a bit of surprise, and habitually pulling on a familiar mask of derpitude as he does.]
Django? --Ah!
No other ways are acceptable!
Hello Abel. I hope I'm not distracting you from anything...
o7
[herping derps, as usual. nothing to see here!]
...It's good to see you, Django. [the last time hadn't been so pleasant, had it?]
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...I haven't properly thanked you for that. That was a really bad weekend...
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There's no need to thank me for something like that...
[Django ;(]
...I'm just happy you're alright. It must have been much harder to get through for you than anyone...
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(Because vampires are harder to kill when they're not so squishy.)
So what brings you out here? Something on your mind?
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I have a weakness for the moon at night like this... that's all!
[but he'd like to test the waters a bit and make sure his buddy has fully recovered if he can, so--]
Would you like to walk with me...?
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Ah, I can respect that. The moon really can be quite lovely.
(As much of a sun enthusiast as he is, even he respects the darkness and the nighttime.)
Sure! I'm out on a stroll myself.
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What's got you taking a walk about now, hm?
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Just...wanting to go around the town, really. I'm really accustomed to moving around a lot, so I can't really stay in a house every night.
(Yup, there's that adventurer's spirit again. He sure has a lot of it.)
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Ah... you miss the stars over your head, is that it? I can't say I blame you.
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...somewhat, yes. I'm accustomed to town life, yes, but it was much easier back home when there weren't any restraints like the ones Mayfield has. The open road calls to me; there's nothing like running or riding right on through it.
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(SPEAKING OF WHICH...)
I don't suppose you're just out to observe the stars, are you?
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(Django looks up to the sky.)
Even in this place, it's so clear and beautiful...it means a lot when even here in Mayfield, you can still look up and have something remarkable to expect.
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Mhm. It's always something great to look up to. Even during the worst of times, there was always something to look up to.
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Are you from the same 'earth' as this one?
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It must be a comfort, right? To look up and see the same stars.
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I have a feeling you're not the type to take much for granted to begin with, Django!
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Nope! It takes a lot of work to get things done; taking things for granted means not fully appreciating what something is worth, but judging what something's worth can also be a matter of perspective; as an example, someone who only buys apples as opposed to someone who only grows their own.