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[PUBLIC -- video]

[Two hours into port and Richie's already starting to get a headache. He's inside at least, wandered the halls until he started to feel like somebody was watching him and then he tried to find his way back to his room but he missed the floor and ended up all turned around.

Nothing supernatural. Just on-edge.

From there it was a disappointing once-over some of the rest of the place, mostly the bigger spaces, then back up to his room. The right one this time. And now he's set up at the table in his half, slumped down and taking up most of the space with gangly limbs, staring at the screen morosely.]


Anybody know if they've got a foosball table here? I couldn't find one.

[He raises one hand to rub at his temple, frowning briefly and staring off into nothing, but comes back after a moment and adjusts his glasses before returning his attention to the public at large.]

And it's fucking freezing. Did we hafta end up in a place where it's actually snowing?

Date: 2012-11-18 11:19 pm (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (now hold on.)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
Foosball?

Date: 2012-11-19 12:04 am (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (um.)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
No I read ya'. I read ya. I just...S'been awhile since I've even thought about that kinda thing.

[Zombies does not leave time for sports.]

Date: 2012-11-20 12:27 am (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
I just got here.

Date: 2012-11-20 03:55 am (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
...This place seems pretty safe to me. Y'all're pretty knocked in the head if y'think it's gonna turn me off. Free food, Free water and a nice...

unnaturally quiet mountain retreat.

Date: 2012-11-21 04:23 pm (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
...First 've heard of this Admiral.

Date: 2012-11-23 06:11 am (UTC)
keepsthemsafe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keepsthemsafe
...yeah.

Shane Walsh.

Date: 2012-11-19 01:50 am (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (hey richie)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
Yo Richie. Someone's looking after the damn boiler so we should get some heat soon. And there's gotta be a fucking game room around here somewhere. Let me know where you are and we'll go find it together.

Where's the angel? He doing his job?

Date: 2012-11-20 05:29 am (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (nice smile)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
Hauling ass now. Got a surprise for you.

[He takes the stairs two at a time because the elevators are "majestically slow".]

I don't know. I got a weird feeling. We may need back-up and B might be busy.

Date: 2012-11-21 10:27 pm (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (hardcase)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
I really wish it was, but the truth is I spent two hours tromping around out there in the cold looking for the goddamn thing and there's no sign of it. Otherwise I'd be telling you to pack your bags, because my weird-shit-ometer's going off big time.

[He chuckles.] Just give me a minute.

[Pretty soon his booted steps can be heard on the stairs and he emerges, puffing, from the stairwell.]

Date: 2012-11-23 04:07 pm (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (money)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
Nothing that important. I just thought I saw something weird on my way up the stairs. Must be my imagination. [He rubs his face as he comes over, hiding most of his enormous relief.]

Okay! Let's find that goddamn game room.

Seth

[He glances around at the familiar voice but sees nothing. Not again.]
Edited Date: 2012-11-23 04:08 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-11-27 12:23 am (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (Mr. 44)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
[He smirks briefly and opens his leather jacket to reveal his old .44 in a shoulder holster.] Not good against everything, but it's a fucking start.

[He starts walking with Richie.] Where have you looked so far?

Date: 2012-11-30 01:29 am (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (Mr. 44)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
[He sights down the hall with it briefly, then tucks it away.] Parting gift from Hoffman. I have to negotiate for bullets, but fine, whatever.

[He looks around.]

Let's go from the top down. We're mostly there already.

private

Date: 2012-11-19 04:42 am (UTC)
surrenders: (Default)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
[Something's off here, she feels it, and really hopes the Admiral tossed him off with his medication.

This is the Admiral we're talking, so she can probably keep hoping.]


You just bored?

Re: private

Date: 2012-11-19 07:34 pm (UTC)
surrenders: (Default)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
Maybe.

You wanna check your stuff, make sure you got everything? You never know about that guy.

Re: private

Date: 2012-11-20 03:51 pm (UTC)
surrenders: (Default)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
[She's not sure if he knew what she meant, or if it's important to him now, but she's a little relieved, and trusts Seth to be taking care of the rest of it.]

I got plenty. He seems to know what's important. [She is. very armed right now.]

private

Date: 2012-11-23 05:14 pm (UTC)
surrenders: (Default)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
[Yes, but she's all right with sharing with Seth, not Richie.]

I got Seth in my room, I'll see if we've got enough.

private

Date: 2012-11-26 07:45 pm (UTC)
surrenders: (Default)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
Seems like it. Just wants to make sure you're all right, you know? Know you're looking for him, he'll find you soon.
trenchcoatedly: (thinking † over there)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
I have the key to our room. You can stay in whatever bunk you wish, as I don't require sleep.

Are you all right?

Date: 2012-11-22 08:49 am (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Default)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
The place is deeply haunted and there is likely other dark magic at work. If you see something unusual, please tell me. Chill breezes, things being moved without anyone there, faces in the fog or sky - this place is more dangerous than it seems.

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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