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ataraxionlogs2012-07-18 12:39 am
dirtyword) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-07-18 12:39 am
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If you're smart, you can be a hero, If you're dumb, you can be dead.
CHARACTERS: Brendan Frye, Kurt Hummel. Closed!
LOCATION: Library
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Kurt has someone looking out for him. That someone just so happens to be unraveling part of another crew members mystery.
NOTES: NONE.
He likes the library. Likes it a little too much, maybe, but it reminds him of hushed conversations in school; of Brain's Rubik's cube and plans.
He's not sure how long he's staring at the notebook he's taken, how long he's been fiddling with the gold bishop that's weighted oddly. It's certainly been a while, though, because when he looks up there's a crick in his neck he didn't realize he had, and his eyes are staring to hurt.
Glasses slip off, and he leans back in his chair, rubbing at his eyes, knowing full-well that the longer he stares at Ariadne's stuff the longer he's just going to end up nowhere. He grabs the notebook, pockets the bishop and is about to walk out of the nice little niche he's made himself before catching sight of someone else.
Fair skin, blue eyes--but it's the neatly cared for coiffure that sets him apart from the people Brendan generally tries to avoid. It's Kurt.
"Hey." All he says. All he needs to say, standing right behind him.
LOCATION: Library
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Kurt has someone looking out for him. That someone just so happens to be unraveling part of another crew members mystery.
NOTES: NONE.
He likes the library. Likes it a little too much, maybe, but it reminds him of hushed conversations in school; of Brain's Rubik's cube and plans.
He's not sure how long he's staring at the notebook he's taken, how long he's been fiddling with the gold bishop that's weighted oddly. It's certainly been a while, though, because when he looks up there's a crick in his neck he didn't realize he had, and his eyes are staring to hurt.
Glasses slip off, and he leans back in his chair, rubbing at his eyes, knowing full-well that the longer he stares at Ariadne's stuff the longer he's just going to end up nowhere. He grabs the notebook, pockets the bishop and is about to walk out of the nice little niche he's made himself before catching sight of someone else.
Fair skin, blue eyes--but it's the neatly cared for coiffure that sets him apart from the people Brendan generally tries to avoid. It's Kurt.
"Hey." All he says. All he needs to say, standing right behind him.
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"Shakespeare. Got into it because of a dame." He had wanted to get closer to Kara--wanted to get into her world. That was freshman year, before he met Em. They'd made a killing--he and Dode and Kara.
"Wound up selling a lot more than I was acting."