Hal Yorke (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
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[Focus.
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
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Yeah? Well, don't feel too ancient. I understand health an' sanitary issues weren't the same back in the 1500s.
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Ugh. Don't remind me. I knew conditions were filthy at that point in time, though in retrospect not as disgusting as I know them to be now. You see the worst sorts of disease, living in a brothel.
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I'd rather not imagine, thanks. And to abruptly change the subject in a timely manner, here's the Clothing Shop.
[She starts up the walkway to the door.]
It might even have some of your things from home - or it might not. Either way, most everything in here is cut for the wings.
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That's convenient. Am I to believe they just appear like that as well, or does this place have seamstresses that cater to winged clients.
[Hopefully he's able to find some of his leisure clothing and doesn't search around only to locate his hotel uniform.]
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Though I suppose it does give them a reason not to change the way they make clothing.
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[She gives him an assessing look.]
Speakin' of, I planned on doin' a little shopping. So I'm gonna be over there. [She points. The shop is fairly empty, as always, so it doesn't preclude further conversation. Mostly, Rogue's figuring that she's just playing chaperone against his going crazy, but she doesn't mind being around a little bit longer to help him get on a more even keel.]
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[She's been friendly enough so far. There's no need for him to push it by following her around like a lost puppy. (And that would be exceedingly rude should she decide to use the changing rooms.)
He's left to search on his own, then. There is... quite the assortment of items on these racks, but soon he's able to come across a familiar jacket. The rest of it might take a bit longer.]
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Before going to try them on, she pauses.]
Doin' alright over there?
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[Are those his trousers? He'll just be kneeling down and digging those out of there...]
Do people ever run off with clothing that doesn't belong to him? Surely there have to be new arrivals that get here and can't find any of their items at all.
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[The air quotes are practically audible. Rogue clearly doesn't think much of his advice; in fact, she thinks Masaomi just takes it as an opportunity to ogle. Not that there was anything wrong with a good ogle now and then, but there were ways and then there were ways.]
But folks' stuff doesn't usually show up until they do. Since you just got here, no one should have grabbed any of your things.
[She holds up a flimsy, low cut, long-sleeved shirt and grins at him.] Unless there's something you want to tell me.
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[Aha. He's pretty sure those are his shoes.]
But are you saying they don't show up until their owner arrives in the shop, or until their owner arrives in town? Because not everyone is going to head directly to the nearest clothing shop.
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[She wonders why he's asking, if he's looking for something in particular. But as is her way, didn't ask.]
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[This should be about all of it, now.]
If you don't mind, I'm going to take a moment to change.
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Go right ahead.
[There is, realizes, one more thing that she should absolutely make sure he knows before she leaves him to his own devices. But she can wait until the man gets dressed first. She'll delay in trying on her own find, picking over some belts while she waits.]
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When he's finished he'll return, adjusting his jacket and brushing non-existent dirt off the sleeves.]
I think this about completes one set. Now are you going to tell me they're self-washing, or will I have to return for a larger wardrobe?
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[Rogue shrugs.]
Either way, that's how they get clean; electric washing machines.
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[He might not know how to properly check an email, but he knows how to use a washing machine for sure.]
I'll take care of that once my head is spinning less. ...Or probably sooner, given that I doubt the head spinning is going to stop any time soon.
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[Look at her, talking all comfortably with a vampire. Or maybe not entirely comfortably, since she had shifted her clothes to rest entirely in one hand.]
But in case your head keeps spinning, there is something you should know.
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[She gets his full attention.]
And what's that?
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There's a system of tunnels running beneath the village. If you ever feel like you're losin' it... head down there. It won't do anything about the craving, but once you're inside, you won't be able to get all... fangy. No powers work down there at all.
[She sighs a little and shifts her weight back.]
If it's real bad, there are some cells there. You can always lock yourself in and give me a call with the journal, if you need someone to keep watch.
[It wouldn't be the first time or the last time she's had to do something like that.]
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[He supposes it could. That might be good enough. And the other option...]
I'll... definitely take that into consideration. Thank you.
[It helps knowing there's someone who'd do that without even knowing him well.]
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[As for the thanks, Rogue chooses to ignore it. It's easier that way.]
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It's something to look into anyway. ...As a last resort.
If I made a home down there to escape the cravings, I'd grow too used to it. This would be a problem if I ever had to step into the light again.
[And that one part of him would never allow it. Or worse, he'd wait until his better self became complacent, then find a way to get him back to the surface. As much as he might belong in a cage, that selfish part of him would never let him take that punishment.]
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[Not that she hadn't thought about it, from time to time. Especially in February.]
Just wanted ta give you the heads up.
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