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kore_logs2013-05-21 02:11 pm
unsanguine) wrote in kore_logs2013-05-21 02:11 pm
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if i stay here, trouble will find me
WHO: Hal Yorke and yoooooou
WHAT: One very nervous, very cranky vampire just got here and I don't want to subject everyone to another intropost; pls be gentle. (Or don't. Or don't.)
WHEN: Day 73, eveningish
WHERE: In/around the woods, but probably not far enough in to encounter direwolves or tigers unless someone wants that, and lbr it would be pretty great.
NOTES: Warnings for excessive prissiness.
By his own declaration, Hal cannot live anywhere without central heating, carpets, and Radio 4. So why he has decided to begin the investigation of his new and less than voluntary surroundings in the woods would be anyone's guess, except--he can't do this alone. He's almost sure of it. Has to find someone or something familiar, something grounding before he tips over into the inevitable itch in his teeth, the jagged scraping edges revealed when his routines are flipped on their backs.
To all appearances he's just a pale young man in perhaps his mid-twenties, black jeans and short sleeved black shirt, more buttons done than necessary--in fact that's his general ambience, expression on down, he looks buttoned up, and obviously new.
Also obviously not an outdoorsy person at all, given the faint to ...less faint disgust that blotches his features when he's obliged to like, touch a tree or something else repellant and gross. If Tom is to be found anywhere in this Godforsaken wasteland (which to be fair, that tiny corner of South Wales also was, hence its suitability as a hiding place for Hal) it will be in the woods, he suspects. Retreat to what is normal, that's what most people would do. Hal would take refuge in normalcy too, were it to be had, but he doesn't think he can click his pen or spin the trusty domino in his pocket a single time further without going absolutely mad.
Every sound makes him jump; he is not sure whether that's nerves or hope, the latter of which is surely one of God's little jokes.
WHAT: One very nervous, very cranky vampire just got here and I don't want to subject everyone to another intropost; pls be gentle. (Or don't. Or don't.)
WHEN: Day 73, eveningish
WHERE: In/around the woods, but probably not far enough in to encounter direwolves or tigers unless someone wants that, and lbr it would be pretty great.
NOTES: Warnings for excessive prissiness.
By his own declaration, Hal cannot live anywhere without central heating, carpets, and Radio 4. So why he has decided to begin the investigation of his new and less than voluntary surroundings in the woods would be anyone's guess, except--he can't do this alone. He's almost sure of it. Has to find someone or something familiar, something grounding before he tips over into the inevitable itch in his teeth, the jagged scraping edges revealed when his routines are flipped on their backs.
To all appearances he's just a pale young man in perhaps his mid-twenties, black jeans and short sleeved black shirt, more buttons done than necessary--in fact that's his general ambience, expression on down, he looks buttoned up, and obviously new.
Also obviously not an outdoorsy person at all, given the faint to ...less faint disgust that blotches his features when he's obliged to like, touch a tree or something else repellant and gross. If Tom is to be found anywhere in this Godforsaken wasteland (which to be fair, that tiny corner of South Wales also was, hence its suitability as a hiding place for Hal) it will be in the woods, he suspects. Retreat to what is normal, that's what most people would do. Hal would take refuge in normalcy too, were it to be had, but he doesn't think he can click his pen or spin the trusty domino in his pocket a single time further without going absolutely mad.
Every sound makes him jump; he is not sure whether that's nerves or hope, the latter of which is surely one of God's little jokes.
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Although he did snort a bit at the idea that things where he was from were either easy or balanced. That's just him being occasionally thoughtless and therefore inadvertently lacking in manners. "I prefer coffee when I can find it. Usually with a splash of cold water--"
He's kind of impressed with his own calm, actually! "--but at this moment in time I can't think of a less relevant piece of information. I do drink tea. Are you some sort of welcoming committee?"
Because what else would possess a person to go out of her way like this. Allow me to provide you with hot beverages, sir, despite your horrifying past!
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She kneels, quickly, grabbing a handful of mint and then presenting it triumphantly before ...well, before realizing he doesn't have a teapot, or cups, or idea really so maybe she should do something about that. Something a little more helpful. "Hope not." Is she? Probably not. "No one would understand anything, they have a hard time enough as it is. No we can't escape, yes we're stuck here too, ad infinitum." She pulls a face and starts off back towards town.
"You think 'out of her way' and I think someone should keep eyes and tabs and kindness on you until another of your third arrives." Hopefully they will, because Hal needs ...a lot. Something she can understand, being a somewhat messed up needy thing herself. "What else am I doing? Come on."