Comments | albedineity: 019; VOICE POST.

albedineity

019; VOICE POST.

Nov 12, 2008 07:29

I'm getting a little tired of this place. Nothing really ever changes here.

[ Some shuffling, and then it cuts off with a long, even pause. ]

-- What the hell, Rikku. Did you sign me up to do bitch work?

he's so eloquent, *slides out of the crime scene*, oh he's not hostile really, yeah fuck this shit i'm going home, what is his life whhhy, if he could keyboard smash he would

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*watching forever.* pseudism November 12 2008, 13:32:57 UTC

*FUCKING BACKHANDS* albedineity November 12 2008, 13:34:12 UTC

No.

.............. m 8) I like that on this account. pseudism November 12 2008, 13:35:47 UTC

And we've barely started. What are you going to do when things get serious?

........... *shakes head* albedineity November 12 2008, 13:37:09 UTC

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I still won't give a shit.

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ioncandyknife November 12 2008, 17:40:56 UTC

BIG BRUDDER, BIG BRUDDER

albedineity November 13 2008, 22:08:52 UTC

What.

kleptoness November 12 2008, 20:19:29 UTC

We could make things change.

I signed you up to help me move things to go fix the jail. If that's considered "bitch work," then yes. ♥

[ooc; that strike is only for him :')]

albedineity November 13 2008, 22:09:11 UTC

Really.

Yeah, I call that bitch work.

kleptoness November 13 2008, 22:13:51 UTC

I've been waiting for an opportunity to shake things up, but it hasn't presented itself until, oh, now.

Then I guess you're my bitch for a day. ♥

albedineity November 13 2008, 22:16:25 UTC

Looks like we should take care of that, then.

As long as you don't make me do anything retarded.

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| COMMENT LOG; albedineity November 14 2008, 17:40:26 UTC

[ Heine wasn't running.

Not this time.

Giovanni had changed his tune a teensy bit, had tweaked it into something a little bit different, except it was never really different when it came to him. It was the same fucking bullshit, and Heine was going to take it in stride -- not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because this was stupid.

Because he didn't have a choice.

So he waited, with both guns out and with his body leaned back against the corner of a building. He didn't really want to kill Giovanni, not exactly, because it was pointless bullshit, because he didn't see the fucking point if it wasn't permanent. But Giovanni had never been the type to particularly care either way, and if this was what it came down to, fine.

He still wasn't going to get shit from Heine, though.

His shoulders dropped on a long release of air, and dark eyes flicked up toward the unusually bright skies stretched above him. ]

| COMMENT LOG; pseudism November 14 2008, 21:11:01 UTC

[ That was how it always sort of started. That was the same mistake over and over and it was fine, because Heine didn't really have any other option but to make that mistake. To think, fuck it, and stand his ground, to just keep his back to wall - no surprises - and wait. The world was locked in like a prison, and he could only run so many laps before his legs would get tired and he'd just have Giovanni coming at him anyway. No better off than before.

When it started, there was no way out of it.

But it wasn't just standing and waiting that was part of the error. That was more like a consequence in the error of his thinking, because the only mistake Heine really made was in thinking that Giovanni couldn't crack into that shell and get to where it hurt the most. It was in thinking that just because it was unavoidable, it didn't have to matter.

It always mattered. Now, now more than ever, because Giovanni had a goal that he could fulfil, Giovanni had intentions that didn't have to come second to his devotion. Giovanni could get ( ... )

| COMMENT LOG; albedineity November 14 2008, 21:43:47 UTC

[ Heine let out another long breath of quiet air.

He'd been expecting that, to some extent, and this time, his muscles remained relaxed, calm, even with the hard and ready tension boiling just beneath the surface. His head tipped back until strands of white hair were brushing along the brick, and then one more breath, and then another, and then another.

He didn't move, though. Not yet. The chains to his guns clinked threateningly together, a reminder to what had happened the last time they'd played this game, with Giovanni playing hide and seek on the other side of another object.

Another breath. He could taste him in the air. ]

You don't think I see it, do you?

| COMMENT LOG; pseudism November 14 2008, 23:05:31 UTC

[ He could hear him breathing. More than that, he could feel his lungs inflating with it, oxygen colouring his blood, could feel the way his head brushed the cold wall behind him and the way his temples thudded with irritation, with wanting to be as far away from there as possible. He synchronised his own breathing with it, imagined himself as Heine, imagined the extra weight of the chains on his guns and tried to think like he was thinking. Too different in some ways, too similar in others ( ... )

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