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ataraxionlogs2012-08-17 12:06 am
lacksgrace) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-17 12:06 am
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CHARACTERS: Captain Jas. Hook (grandseigneur) & Bells (lacksgrace)
LOCATION: 009 » 080 (Hook's room)
WARNINGS: ...none? Maybe? IT'S HARD TO TELL.
SUMMARY: Hook and Bells get together for a chat. After this thread.
grandseigneur) & Bells (lacksgrace)LOCATION: 009 » 080 (Hook's room)
WARNINGS: ...none? Maybe? IT'S HARD TO TELL.
SUMMARY: Hook and Bells get together for a chat. After this thread.
If he's being honest - and Bells always is - he's surprised with himself. In Hell, to avoid the complications, he never had bothered accepting invitations when they'd happened to come his way. He liked his world perfectly centered the way it had been since he could remember it; drugs, booze, sex, and a little bit of Lor mixed in. Maybe Cole, too, but none of that had anything to do with the fact he's physically seeking out someone who isn't his best friend. Maybe he needs the walk, still disoriented from being thrown out naked onto the floor of some strange room.
Maybe he needs to know there's at least one person on this small, useless ship he can find commonality with.
He sighs, dragging his hand along the wall as he walks. Some for balance, but mostly out of boredom. The feeling of being confined is certainly an odd adjustment he might not do well with, such hard-earned freedom restricted in a matter of seconds. Bells pauses a couple doors down to send this Captain Jas. Hook a video message that's accompanied with a frown. [ Almost there. Open your door and let me in, won't you? ]
With that, he arrives at his grand destination and tries to arrange the jumpsuit so he doesn't look so, well. Roughly thrown together. He puts on a grin and waits.
Maybe he needs to know there's at least one person on this small, useless ship he can find commonality with.
He sighs, dragging his hand along the wall as he walks. Some for balance, but mostly out of boredom. The feeling of being confined is certainly an odd adjustment he might not do well with, such hard-earned freedom restricted in a matter of seconds. Bells pauses a couple doors down to send this Captain Jas. Hook a video message that's accompanied with a frown. [ Almost there. Open your door and let me in, won't you? ]
With that, he arrives at his grand destination and tries to arrange the jumpsuit so he doesn't look so, well. Roughly thrown together. He puts on a grin and waits.