Dec 5, 2013
ascent-to-madness said: Whoa, our time difference is 7 hours! It’s 9:13PM here. :3
// woah what where do you live
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ascent-to-madness said: Whoa, our time difference is 7 hours! It’s 9:13PM here. :3
// woah what where do you live
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//OOC;
okay, so i owe the following people:
ascent-to-madness
ilikedemgames
bloodredbeads
and i will get to those replies either later tonight or tomorrow but for now i have to go do offline things again
if i missed anyone just like this to let me know as always
no smoke without a fire || ascent-to-madness
"no smoke without a fire, with that, our names are a pure lie. this suit of skin and bones, we've not all got exactly what you are."
As it was, Beyond was still looking for a place to stay. And although he was avoiding the public eye for fear of being recognized and arrested, he would be able to do nothing without money. That need had brought him to where he was now; walking through the large crowd downtown, pickpocketing strangers. He had six wallets so far, and he'd only started several minutes ago. If he stayed hidden amongst everyone else, it was unlikely that anyone would pay him enough attention to recognize who he was, no matter how often his damned photo was shown on TV.
As he walked along, his eyes caught on a familiar face, and he wasn't quite sure where he recognized the male from. When Beyond's crimson eyes flickered above his head where his name floated, shock broke through his stoic mask. That couldn't be right. He was dead. Everyone knew he was dead. Once he had regained his composure, he pulled the man aside, out of the crowd, not particularly caring about the fact that he could be recognized any second.
"A. You're supposed to be dead." That was the best greeting that the raven-haired man could come up with, as he tried to register the situation in his mind. His voice was monotone, and he kept all emotion out of it. The letters above humans' heads never lied to him; this had to be A, right here, standing in front of him, yet all logic defied such a fact.