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[poweroflegend]

[After a few minutes of trial and error.]

This is Trevor Belmont. Call on me at anytime. I will get back to you as soon as I am able.

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[girl_unlocking]

[QUIET. BREATHING. UH FLAIL. FLAILLLLLL. UM.]

Trevor? I-it's Dawn. Um. It's about ...the auction?

[poweroflegend]

Ah, Dawn! Good day to you.

[Somewhere in the ruins, Trevor plants himself by a boulder.]

Of course, the auction. What of it? Did...

[Clears throat. Scratches a non-existent itch behind one ear.]

...anyone try to topple your bid?

[girl_unlocking]

Good day to--

--uh. No. I won. I mean, 'yay I won'. You. Um. But.

[Pause to end all pauses. The weight of her guilt has superceded her derpcrushing for the moment.]

I'm sorry for signing you up. It was totally me. I wasn't thinking, and I thought...all kinds of un-thinky thoughts, and...

...I'm really, really sorry. And I'm fully prepared to spend two hours telling you that. Or helping fix your place if it's still...

...or ...shutting my mouth and, yeah.

[poweroflegend]

...you?

[He's perfectly still and silent for the better part of one minute. A multitude of emotions flit cross his face like rolling clouds. Disbelief, chagrin, and relief seem to lead the pack. Finally:]

Truth told... part of me did think it was you. None other here would've written my bid offer the way you you did.

[His head thumps back softly against the boulder.]

I'm married, Dawn. Did I ever tell you that?

[Video]

[lightofvengence]

[Lucian's room is so dark that he's barely visible. Which is rather strange, considering that it's noon.]

What's more desperate - offering to sign up for the Patrol I swore I wouldn't join, or selling myself out for manual labor?

[Video]

[poweroflegend]

[By contrast, he's lunching out by the well-lit marketplace. They really are night and day.]

Neither. One is a natural extension of what you normally do. The other is---

[Wait. Did he hear Lucian right? Not that he thinks manual labor is beneath him, but...]

...what brought that about?

[Video]

[lightofvengence]

I need money, you know. But it's pretty hard to get work when most of the civilians are convinced I'll tear their throats out at any second.

[He laughs darkly.]

At least shit can't get much worse, short of getting killed.

(OOC: he thinks that, but Valentine's Day is coming up and I am an evil, evil woman. >:] )

[Video]

[poweroflegend]

[Trevor can't help but recall his own days as an outcast. It's memories like that which never let him forget his roots, no matter how much people back home see him as a hero.]

Indeed. Better to endure their pettiness and humble oneself than die this far from home.

[Takes a somewhat wrathful bite out of some medium rare beef.]

Then again, why care what men think as long as your conscience is clear?