the eleventh jack | video/action

[faultlesscon]

[From the sounds and the darkness, one's best bet for this feed is somewhere around the train. It's most likely inside the car instead of the platform from how the video trembles, jerks back and forth. Clenching the communicator in his hand, Alex realizes the consequences he could be facing with how late it is and the fact that the train won't show

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[bridalgownwings]

[He's up--the train doesn't allow him to sleep well and honestly, he's not been far from a certain someone's side since the incident happened the other day. It's keeping him alert but when he see's the feed, he steps away from car and out into a quieter section quickly, turning on the device--hoping one of the Capes has found their way already.] Alex?

Alex, where are you? Is someone coming to you? [There is concern in his voice.]

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[faultlesscon]

[It's so much easier to say 'the ice place' but even one word has him coughing up his guts. Fumbling for the 'berry, Alex keeps seated where he is, types slowly.]

Can't talk. I'm fine. [A pause.] I haven't been attacked.

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[bridalgownwings]

[He switches over to text as the other does--his own head hurting at the words but he owns it up to the images, hands fumbling away to reply as quickly as he can.]

Is someone coming to help you? Are you back on the train?

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[faultlesscon]

Dick came for me - waiting for the train. Sorry for worry

[Second message.]

I don't care what your punishment is, mild or not. Don't talk or be like Dick

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[bridalgownwings]

Let me know when you get here, okay?

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[faultlesscon]

Yeah. Stay safe. [It's a few hours later but the train's pulling into the area again and when they're on it? Alex gets himself settled and sends another text.]

Same car as always?

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[bridalgownwings]

Same car. [Is his reply before he stands up from where he has been seated, walking out of the car in the direction of the nearest exit so he can meet the other.]

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[faultlesscon]

[The doors are closing and Alex is standing by it with 'berry in hand, reading Timothy's text. Looking up just in time to see him, he offers a nod, types.]

You're fine?

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[bridalgownwings]

[Looking down to the device and the words he gives a nod of his head and an exhale of breath.] Shouldn't I be asking you that question?

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[faultlesscon]

You should, but you're going to get the same answer - I'm fine. [Staring.]

What's your punishment?

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[bridalgownwings]

[Letting out a breath he looks the other over for a moment then gestures for him to at least sit down--if he does, he'll join him.] Ah--memories, I guess.

Bad ones, but nothing I can't handle.

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[faultlesscon]

[He does take that seat, but only because something's hurting inside him. Doing his best not to let it show however, Alex is texting again.]

I still don't think you should be - it's like picking a scab.

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[bridalgownwings]

[Frowning slightly, he leans against the nearest chair and watches him carefully.] I'll be alright.

I was never very good at texting anyway.

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[faultlesscon]

The more you talk, the more you're tempting me to reply. [A small breath and his brows furrow.] Charades not your thing either?

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[bridalgownwings]

[Looking at the other he lets out a breath and then turns to him fully, pulling out his device--after the other had appropriately guilted him into the action.] No.

I'd rather talk to people.

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[faultlesscon]

[Alex wins this round, then.] You do seem more of a vocal person, to be honest.

I'd talk to you but... Not the best idea.