Bored Locke (Open)

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is bored. There's no one to rob here, no one to hoodwink, and he seems to have misplaced his brothers again

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[belize_queen]

Belize's pockets are almost empty - he's carrying (a habit, he keeps on bumping into sick people from Melusine) some aspirin and some sleeping pills, a paper clip and eyeliner.

He would not know that he's being pick-pocketed - even if most New Yorkers actually do know to expect it. He's just lost the habit.

[thornofcamorr]

And Locke is really fast. Consequently, Belize will be relieved of all of the contents fairly quickly. Locke examines them, looks at Belize, and then coughs, politely.

[belize_queen]

Belize turns around, "Oh. Hey there. Didn't see you."

A bit of a smile, even if Belize hasn't seen this guy in a while. He didn't mind Locke - a bit weird, though.

And I don't remember what pseudo Locke used with Belize. HOW INCONVENIENT.

[thornofcamorr]

Probably Tavrin Callas, he uses that one most.

His mouth quirks. "Rather has been, hasn't it?"

[cyranosavignien]

Here's Cyrano. He's been remarkably absent from all the drunken joy, and wanders in the main room while still reading his last piece to himself.

His pockets are filled with love notes to Mina, but there's also a quill and his opium kit.

He hasn't noticed Locke yet. If he looses quill and pipe, he will be very unhappy, but we don't mind.

[thornofcamorr]

He snatches the quill and a moment later twirls it in front of Cyrano. "Missed something?"

[cyranosavignien]

"Lamora." Cyrano smiles a bit - it's been a while since he saw his friend. "I didn't know I did. Is there any reason that I do?"

He's asking archly. Because he has a fair idea.

[thornofcamorr]

"Why would there be any reason for you to think that?" Innocently, completely.

[doriath_crowned]

Here are twins, though not those you're looking for, Locke. They're talking to each other in hushed voices, in Sindarin. Both are subdued and look almost sheepish, actually.

Their pockets are empty - but watch out, Locke. Elves have remarkable senses - you might get caught on this one.

[thornofcamorr]

He's listening to their conversation, actually, with more interest than anything, curious about the language he can't understand.

[doriath_crowned]

After a while, one of them turns and looks at him, abruptly.

"Can we help you?"

[thornofcamorr]

He raises both eyebrows, expression as always perfectly innocent. This is not the face of the man you are looking for.

"Pardon?"

[tomboy_22]

Here's someone Locke hasn't seen in a while.

Anita wanders in and plops next to him wordlessly, before she puts her head on his shoulder in the most sisterly fashion possible.

She missed her crazy little brother.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke looks up, and kind of grins, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Well, look who it is."

[tomboy_22]

"The prodigal sister," she says with a little smile - she's hungover from the extreme intoxication she just underwent.

[thornofcamorr]

"Looking a little pained."

He hides the worry fairly well, but does snug her a bit closer.