( open log ) who's that creepin in the shadows

[worstpire]

WHO: Conrad Achenleck and YOU!
WHAT: Scoping out the town, now that it's dark outside.
WHEN: Day 46, nighttime.
WHERE: ERRYWHERE
WARNINGS: Conrad's mouth, will be updated if necessary.

It's been a really, really long day-slash-night-slash-day. Between Hanna's crazy "let's just walk straight into danger" plan, getting attacked by Robocop the Vampire Slayer, waking up in somebody's attic and getting cornered into telling strangers about his condition, Conrad feels like he's going to drop. Not that he can physically feel tired, but mentally, it's a lot to take in at such a nonstop pace. On top of all that, waiting in that unfurnished, dusty attic for the sun to go down without anything to do to occupy himself has been torture.

The sun does go down eventually, though, and as soon as it does, Conrad's headache seems to lessen. He creeps downstairs - not investigating the house too fully, lest he run into his broom-zealous buddy again - and quickly checks out the kitchen and living room - ugh, so not a fan of the basic decor - before heading outside and getting hit with the smell of sea air. Yyyyikes.

He'll be spending the evening like this: hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up even though he's not cold, wandering the streets and investigating public buildings, maybe talking to himself a little. It distracts from his hunger, anyway; as usual, his sense of smell has amped up - as if he needs help finding food, ugh - but he's saving that last bit of blood until he's found a replacement. Logical action, Conrad.

He's also looking for any sign of a way out, but, well. That's a given.

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That... wait, what? Now that he's looking up, Conrad can see him better, and that looks like... but. He just -- what? Conrad slips a little down the grassy edge, and as he gets closer, he can smell him a little better. He smells different. Also, walking in sand sucks.

"It's Conrad." He stops a few feet away, once he's sure that his nose isn't lying. "Okay, you -- who the hell are you?"

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Jesse's not exactly sure if he's up to doing the whole wacky facetwin shenanigans thing at the moment, so he sort of just grins at Conrad instead and shrugs. "It's a mystery. Hi, Conrad, name's Jesse. Nice t'see you too, how welcoming."

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"So you're Fun Ghoul's, what, normal twin?" Conrad regards him flatly, noting what differences he can. "I use the word 'normal' loosely."

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There aren't many differences, but there's enough - mostly, the way they talk. Jesse looks amused, flopping back in the sand. "Somethin' like that, yeah. I ain't his brother though. He's gonna fix your ceiling, then? What'd you do to it?"

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Conrad takes another few unsteady steps forward, then stops, grimacing a little at the ocean smell. There's... well, a lot of it.

"I didn't do anything. It... leaks." Leaks sunlight. Same thing.

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"The ceiling of the attic leaks?" Have a skeptical look. "I... guess, alright. But it ain't rained or nothing." Whatever. He shrugs. "Whatcha doing out here?"

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Hey, you were the one that heard bacon. You make sense of it.

Conrad sticks his hands in his pockets, shrugs. "Taking a walk around. Why are you out here in the sand?"

[rigging]

... So Conrad is made of bacon? Yes.

"Relaxing. What, man's not allowed to lay out in the sand and sleep?" He makes a face up at Conrad. "Stop hovering. Siddown and talk t'me, you're interesting, right? Everybody is. Conrad is all I know about you."

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"You think I'm interesting?" It's just weird, having people want to talk to him. He doesn't sit; he shifts his weight awkwardly. "And no, I'll pass. I am not getting sand in my pants."

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"I wouldn't be sitting here listening to you bitch about sand if you weren't interesting. C'mon. Tell me something." Do it. "Five facts about you, go."

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Conrad shifts uncomfortably again, muttering to himself about what it is with the people here. Clearly something in the water has made them all crazy.

"Ngh." They're probably going to use this information against him. Maybe if he only gives innocuous facts. "I'm from Brighton. I have a Bachelor of Design from RCAD. My favourite colour is red. Um. I'm a freelancer. And I find the general friendliness of everyone here kind of disturbing." THERE YOU GO.

"Satisfied? Your turn."

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Uh huh. Man, you are more paranoid than the killjoys, Conrad. Jesse listens closely, grinning, and when Conrad finishes off spectacularly, he snorts. "Jeeze, y'try t'be friendly 'round here and people think you're gonna eat 'em. Calm yourself, I'm just curious."

He peers up at the sky. "I'm from California originally. I do roadie shit for a band called the Counter Curse. Favorite color's green, I art sometimes, and I think you totally cheated with that last fact." Hehehe.

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Yeah, yeah, whatever. Time will tell. Conrad looks down and listen to Jesse's response, intrest piquing a little at the mention of art. The band name is a little familiar, but not enough for him to really say anything.

"What exactly does 'arting sometimes' entail?"

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He snorts. "Means I sometimes draw shit when I get bored. I sold a painting or two, but. S'mostly just something I do for the hell of it. Why?"