Foster (
phlogistos) wrote2012-11-12 09:12 pm
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[Hey lookit this asshole hanging out in a less then reputable bar!!! He's settled in a booth in the corner, legs stretched out under the table and propped up on the chair across from him. Between long pauses for people watching, he occasionally returns to something he's writing, though he only gets a few words down before he's back to staring at the crowd. Bored out of his mind by the looks of things]
[He's also smoking despite the sign requesting that please not be a thing. The reason management hasn't come up to tell him to stop? Probably has to do with the gigantic black gun propped up beside him]
[Alternately, start something of your own!]
[He's also smoking despite the sign requesting that please not be a thing. The reason management hasn't come up to tell him to stop? Probably has to do with the gigantic black gun propped up beside him]
[Alternately, start something of your own!]
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What the fuck?? [LKSJDF NO HIS AIM IS ALWAYS PERFECT SCREEEE. Fine!]
[FINE!!!!! Sets the gun to one side, and draws one of his fighting daggers, heaving out a breath so that the end of his cigarette lights and suddenly there is just fire... fire wreathed all around him, somehow burning even on the metal and concrete... welp...]
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Okay.
Lots of surprises today, apparently!
This has him stopping in his tracks because wow he doesn't...really want to deal with burny stuff at all. So troublesome!
But at least at this distance he's relatively safe, he hopes.]
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[More importantly though, he sheathes the knife and... leaps up the side of the building! Climbing it the way a lizard might... except he's breathing that black smoke again and his fire is racing up the wall behind him]
[w e l p]
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[Goshhhhhh he wishes he could make it rain but that really isn't one of the Things he can do.
Why did this come to murder anyway, he just wanted to talk to you bro!!!!]
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[But yeah so... the fire reaches the edge of the roof before he does, so enjoy being... punched in the face with a column of flame I guess??]
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[Speaking of which! The wind does legit nothing to the fire except possibly make it bigger lskdjd and then Foster is on the roof as well, knife drawn, moving to slash him across the stomach welp]
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Rude!
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[Halts! And bares his teeth at him. His voice is this weird crackling pop, like the sound wood makes when it burns]
What are you??
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[HE FIGURES IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS???? Come on it's not like you're an actual stupid lizard.]
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[Grumbles, glaring after him. And then he... y'know... actually gets a deep breath or two in and... his anger fades a little... and he realizes he left his gun down there whoops. Flips Cielo off laksjdf and then heads towards the edge of the roof instead of guessing pfff]
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[And once he's sure there's nothing wrong with his gun, he... turns to leave lskdjf continuing towards his motel again thank you]
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And this time, he's not going to be seen, because he doesn't want to be.]
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[You need to fuck off wow. Grumbles a little... and tucks his shoulders in on himself and start walking a little faster. At least he's close though, jogging across the street to this skeezy motel, tugging out his keys and heading on in!]
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Following after!]
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[HE'S UNDRESSING AND GOING TO BED ASSHOLE GET OUT]
[Not that he's aware of him being there so laksjdf relaxing a little once he thinks he's alone, pulling his jacket off... then his shirt, pausing a moment to put out his cigarette and light another one 8'|]
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Also rest assured that at least Cielo has the most innocent of intentions.]
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[Shuffles around a little more, eventually wandering over to the bathroom to get a shower going, while he waits for the water to heat up to... basically scalding laksdjfl he'll lay on his bed and continue smoking, blowing rings into the air]
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[Aaaaand Foster is gonna slide on down here with a comfortable little sound, reaching down to... undo... the front of his pants............... and kick his shoes off]
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There is obviously a loud thunk because of that.]
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[...but he obviously sees nothing so uh... time to investigate... Rolling to his feet and... spotting the tossed rations, going over to... collect those then...]
What...
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Going to go to the shower and turn off the water!]
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[Drops the rations on his pack and heads on into the bathroom, looking around in annoyance. He wanted a shower B(]
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