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Nkemdilim “Dylan” Uzoma (wishgranted) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-06-07 22:01:00

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adair fallon, dylan uzoma

Sunday: January 27, 2008
Who: Dylan and Adair!
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Dylan is troubled with current events and needs help.

Despite having a suspect in custody, Dylan’s worries were not assuaged. The image of the man seen by the psychometrics and the young woman in the medical pavilion matched the man in custody, but Dylan could not help his misgivings. The last time they dealt with lawbreakers, they had been completely wrong. Their suspects had been seen near the scene of the crime, but had not committed the actual crime.

It wasn’t that Dylan did not trust the young lady who had been attacked. On the contrary, he believed every word of it, and every word of it troubled his inner being. A thief was one thing and a murderer was another, but someone who would purposefully drag out the pain of another for pure pleasure was something beyond the djinni’s comprehension. Torture was the one thing Dylan could not ever accept in this world, but the images the psychometrics saw did not lie. They were dealing with a psychopath. The only real questions were did they have the right man in their custody and was it possible for them to be wrong?

Dylan did not trust himself enough to know the difference, and Miss Hart was in no condition to look upon their suspect for confirmation of his identify yet. He wanted some other way to question the man in the dungeon, the man who would not speak of anything other than riddles and dodge questions when asked them. They had gotten nothing out of him all night. The first thing that came to mind was a telepath or perhaps an empath. He would have to find one first.

The Town Hall seemed alive with people since the happy announcement of the Vice Council. It was one of the good things happening lately. Dylan maneuvered his way through the crowd to find a quiet spot in one of the hallways. He stared forward out of one of the windows at the bright rays of the rising sun as if the heavenly body could tell him what he should do next.

He needed to know what to do next.

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YAY DYLAN!!

fortunecookie
2009-06-08 09:30 am UTC (link)

Adair hated the Town Hall meetings lately. He usually didn't favor them because they were boring and sometimes the people he sat next to really pissed him off. It was also sad that he couldn't go just a tiny while without a cigarette. If he didn't fall asleep, he seemed bouncy and impatient. He tried to hide behind someone tall to remain unnoticed. Apparently it worked since his ass didn't get busted yet.

But lately he hated going to the Town Hall meetings because he wondered if he was really a psychic. Why didn't he see any of these events coming? How come he didn't at least get some sort of sense of trouble? Being a regular human wasn't a horrible thing or anything. But when given a "gift" it would have been nice for him to show proof of having it. Maybe he needed viagra for his powers. He somewhat smiled at his own joke while he moved through the crowd of people in the Town Hall.

He moved into the hallways to honestly have a smoke. He liked the solace of the place and wanted to stay but he needed a brief moment of nicotine bliss. That's when he noticed a man that seemed to be in his own world.

"..........I think your tan is pretty even there." He stated flatly before going to light a cigarette. Then it struck him that the man was Dylan and he shoved his smokes in his pocket. The guy...well he looked pretty down, but Adair decided not to intrude unless the man spoke to him first. Maybe he wanted to be left alone.

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YAY ADAIR!!

wishgranted
2009-06-09 10:07 pm UTC (link)

So lost in his own mind, Dylan did not hear the other man speak until moments after it had already been spoken. Suddenly, he glanced over at Adair. His delayed response prevented him from hearing exactly what was said to him. “I’m sorry,” Dylan apologized. “I did not hear what you said.” He held his chin up as he glanced back out the window. “My mind has been wandering on its own these past few days.” He turned back to Adair to offer the man a kind smile and a chance to repeat whatever he had said to him.

He moved from his spot in front of the window to walk across the hallway and greet the younger man. Dylan bowed his head slightly and extended his right hand. “I am Nkemdilim Uzoma, but you may call me Dylan.” It was a nickname of his that he did not mind being referred to as. In his clan back home, it was only the elders who called him by his full first name. It reminded Dylan oddly of being chided, so he preferred either Uzoma or Dylan to his name Nkemdilim. “Mr. Uzoma works, too,” he said with a soft smile. The smile reached his eyes.

“May I ask your name? I do not believe we have met before.”

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fortunecookie
2009-06-10 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Not having to repeat himself was like getting an out of jail free card. He would have made an ass out of himself if he had to. "I think that if your mind wasn't wondering, you would be someone with emotions of steel." He turned to face Dylan better. "I am king of the wondering mind, so there is nothing to apologize for." The psychic tilted his head slightly. "It must be hard you know. Having all of this responsibility plus having to put on a show that you're coping with everything okay. I couldn't do it."

Adair shook Dylan's hand firmly. "I'm Adair Fallon. You can just call me Adair." When releasing his hand he smiled. "You know, you have one of those really cool voices. You sound like Morgan Freeman with an accent. Well, younger, better looking and cooler." Okay, so he was being random. It had been a while since he was allowed to just be random with someone and feel like he wouldn't be considered odd or something of the sort.

"I like the name Dylan. Yet you sound badass as a Mr. Uzoma. So let's just say if I think you're having a bad day or I've done something wrong, I call you Mr. Uzoma. But when we're more relaxed like this and how you should be, I get to call you Dylan. Hopefully, this means I get to call you Dylan more often. Though I do still think the other name I get to call you is quite cool."

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wishgranted
2009-06-14 02:56 am UTC (link)

Dylan chuckled at Adair’s comment. Sometimes the djinni wondered if his emotions were more distant than others’ emotions. “That is good,” he concurred. As for responsibilities, Dylan knew that he had a lot on his shoulders ever since he came to Elysium. It was much more than what he dealt with in his homeland. “It is, but I have a strong spirit. Long years have taught me this is important part of leadership. Without strength, one simply cannot complete the task.”

“Adair Fallon,” Dylan repeated, wondering if he had heard the name before, but he could not recall if he had. He furrowed his brows because he did not recognize the name of Morgan Freeman. “I am sorry, but I do not know of Morgan Freeman. Was he a friend of yours?” Though Dylan had been around for a long time, he failed to learn of television in the human world or the Hollywood stars it possessed. The people of fame that he knew were people in positions of power and leadership, not acting.

A laughed escaped the taller man. “I am not averse to either name,” Dylan said, falling silent for a few moments. His thoughts were hard to banish, and they were still clouding his mind to the point of distracting him. Unless he brought them up in conversation. Covertly, of course.

“Tell me, Adair,” Dylan began. “Responsibility — what freedoms do you think it grants you?” He turned to look at the other man. He was quite serious about the question.

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fortunecookie
2009-06-14 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Adair laughed when Dylan asked him about Morgan Freeman. “I wish. But you should know that is a compliment since in a movie he played God. So that makes you pretty damn cool.” He forgot that not every species was familiar with popular culture. Some lived secluded, some travelled and some lived in their own worlds he guessed before they entered Elysium. That, and Adair was just a big movie geek.

The psychic looked at Dylan seriously when it came to what freedoms came with responsibility. In fact, he didn’t know what truly came from responsibility that was positive in his honest opinion. It may have seemed like he didn’t want to answer the question since he was taking so long. Adair was just trying to properly word his opinion. He couldn’t say things as cool as Dylan.

“None.” He stated honestly. “You’re bound to that feeling that you can’t do what you want. You have an obligation. Self responsibility is one thing. We all are responsible for our own actions. But when people expect you to be responsible for things on a higher scale? You have no freedom. You blame yourself for every fault because you think you could have done something better. You allow yourself no free time because you feel like you have a duty to constantly make sure nothing goes wrong. If you feel like you failed within the realms of responsibility you fear people will point the finger at you for thinking the same thing. Being responsible for let’s say people’s safety, making sure people don’t kill innocent people and organizing tedious events-grants noting but stress, confinement and believe me eventually self loathing. Eventually if you claim too much responsibility, you’ll think yourself to be irresponsible.”

Adair paused for a moment and bit his lip. “…I hope that made sense.” He liked having more serious discussions because honestly he could relate sometimes and he wasn’t always the cheery sort of bloke.

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wishgranted
2009-06-16 05:37 am UTC (link)

Dylan wasn’t sure what to make of this Morgan Freeman character, so he said nothing. He did, however, listen very closely to Adair when he spoke. Just because he was on the Head Council did not mean he couldn’t take advice from someone who wasn’t at his station of responsibility. Dylan never had any view in his mind that his position granted him status. It only granted him responsibility, and that responsibility was the one thing weighing heavily on his mind this day.

He found himself more than impressed with what Adair had to say about freedom and responsibility. In fact, it showed clearly on Dylan’s face. “You are an exceptionally intelligent man, Adair Fallon,” Dylan told him. “That was a very good speech that I think more than just I could learn from.” All of it was true. There was little freedom given in correlation with the amount of duties one had to complete at hand. Dylan often granted himself next to no free time as a result of them. Even worse, he wasn’t sure what he would do without them.

“I have become accustom to responsibility all of my life,” Dylan said. “And if you asked anyone who knew me, they could not say one thing about my personal life. I have worked since I was born, and my life is my work.” His mind recalled darker times in his past when things were not all they were painted in the books that told of them. “I believe I have done something wrong in my past, and this is my chance to right those mistakes I have made.” He glanced over at Adair. “We are measured by what we do to help others, but to let others walk on us is to admit our fault. We must find a balance between a heavy hand and a steady heart, but it is not always easy.”

Dylan sighed deeply, his chest rising beneath his white shirt. “I am beginning to think this task should not rest on our shoulders alone.” A small smile crossed his face as he turned to Adair. “After all, we did just elect a new Vice Council.” It slipped Dylan’s mind that Adair might have been confused as to what he was talking about in he first place.

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Sorry this is so late! You're fault :P got me stuck on your plotz okay..and im doing my app too XD

fortunecookie
2009-06-25 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Adair felt quite bad that Dylan didn't really have someone to talk to about more personal situations in his life. He couldn't say he knew exactly how old Dylan was, but how could he go so long not telling someone how he felt? Didn't it eventually eat him up inside? Even someone who seemed smart and composed must have sometimes felt alone. He guessed that's why they were talking. But Adair would have enjoyed a conversation with Dylan anyway. They were a win, win kind of team. Adair could sure as hell use more knowledge in his life and Dylan needed to be more relaxed and have fun once in a while. "Oh hey, you know. I think you are one of the first people to tell me that I am intelligent. Coming from someone who is extremely intelligent, that makes me feel borderline awesome."

The psychic furrowed a brow and tried to find a right way to say what he was about to say. "Uhm. Now, this might sound odd. But, you're sort of old right? I mean you don't look old, or act old. But you must be many years old. It would be very unusual for you to have not committed one mistake your entire life, don't you think?" He asked carefully. He didn't want Dylan to feel like he had to talk about something he thought was very personal. "I mean, I'm in my early twenties and I have screwed up many times. I should feel worse than I do, but sadly I don't. Sometimes I feel like an ass for it, but most of the time I think of what I did as a lesson learned no matter if the results are good or bad. You on the other hand, had several years to your life and I can't see you being as much as a screw up as me. You seem to be more careful, to value life a lot more. I tend to disregard it more."

Adair knew of the Vice Council and smirked. "It's good that the Vice Council is around. You need to relax, to have fun. I understand that you overlook them, but this gives you time to relax more and have time to yourself. Aren't there things you want to do?" Man, he sometimes talked a lot but this man was very interesting.

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Nooo! Sorry this is late, too. Been trying to reply. My brain sucks. :(

wishgranted
2009-07-05 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Dylan did feel alone from time to time, but it seemed as though few people understood him and so he kept mostly to himself outside of his work. He had what he would have called friends in his clan back home, but they did not go out and enjoy the finer things of life with each other. Mostly, they sat around the fire and shared ideas and talked of higher conscious. Perhaps it was Dylan’s fate not to relax and have fun. He probably would not know the meaning of the word to the extent that Adair did.

He smiled when Adair said he was one of the first people to call him intelligent. “I am surprised,” Dylan told him. “Your friends do not give you credit.”

It was not an odd question at all for Dylan to receive about his age, and he even found himself chuckling somewhat in response. However, it was what followed that caught his attention the most. “I am exactly six-hundred years old,” Dylan said afterwards. “I am what they would call ‘middle-aged’ for a djinni. And yes, it would be strange for me not to have committed mistakes by my age.” He waited for Adair to finish before saying more. The young man was only in his twenties. Dylan was not even sure he could remember those days of his life. He spent them with schooling. He remembered that.

“The mistake I speak of,” Dylan continued once Adair had finished speaking, “is a mistake not even someone of your age could have accomplished yet. It is not ordinary mistake. It is a big one, and it cost many, many people their lives. I made a grave error in judgment, and the people who trusted me suffered the most because of my misjudgment.” Dylan fell silent as he turned towards the window. “I wanted to see the good in people who had more bad inside of them. I made a deal with a misguided soul, and my people suffered. They suffered because I should have known better — to see the darkness in those who try to hide it well. But I was blinded by what I wanted to see.”

Things he wanted to do? Dylan wasn’t sure if there were things he wanted to do. “I like to take care of my garden,” Dylan said, casting his glance towards to Adair to see if that was what the young man meant. “I like to meditate. If those are the things you mean?”

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NO IT DOESN'T D:< I am so retarded I thought I replied to this :*

fortunecookie
2009-07-28 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Adair laughed just a little. "Well, my friends are the kind of friends that get drunk with me and we see if can tolerate more pain over the other. I guess it's one of those "not working to full potential" kind of things." He admitted almost sheepishly. He wouldn't even mention that he still could burp the alphabet with his friends. That was like even younger than junior high.

The psychic tried his best not to look surprised when Dylan gave off his age. He usually failed at containing his verbal reaction. "Holy shit. Six hundred years old? I hope you take a lot of naps, because you must be tired." A-thank you for much. He almost wanted to say that, but when the d-uhm, he was trying to recall how to say it said he was middle aged, Adair guessed his joke wasn't as funny as he thought it was. "You're middle aged? Wow. I mean, that's like over a thousand years when you'll be on your death bed." He quirked up a brow. "Okay, so weird question. Do you have a favorite place you visited over your six hundred years?" Adair was kind of envious. He couldn't imagine the cool things Dylan must have seen throughout his long life.

The psychic listened to the djinni speak about his regret and frowned. He also couldn't imagine what it must have felt like to have believed in someone though there was doubt, only to have them betray you. "I remember when I trusted this girl with my favorite baseball bat and she beat the shit out of me with it, so I can somehow relate." He joked, then returned to being serious. "I can't say I understand what you went through, you're incredibly right. But, though people paid the price for you seeing the good in someone and people in general, isn't it better to see the good in people more often than always seeing the bad? I mean, if I lived as long as you did and always had a negative view on people or species instead of trying to see the good in people and species then I would be a very unpleasant person."

A few moments later he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. That's what I mean. I wish I could have a garden. I usually end up killing like a little plant after two days because I either water it to death, or don't water it enough. I suck at meditating, my mind wanders way too much." He couldn't forget his stint at the Temple.

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wishgranted
2009-08-04 01:46 am UTC (link)

“No, not really,” Dylan replied with a tired smile. It puzzled Dylan to hear Adair think of a thousand years as a long time. It was a normal amount of time for the djinni, but sometimes he forgot there were many people who did not live as long as him. To them, a thousand years was an eternity. To Dylan, it was just another blink of time. “A favorite place?” Dylan asked, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know if I have a favorite place. Every place is unique and has its wonders. I can’t say I hold any of them in higher regard than another.”

Having a cynical point of view might have saved more people’s lives, even if it made the owner a generally unkind person. “That is entirely possible,” Dylan admitted. “But I wonder sometimes if it is not better to sacrifice yourself, even if it is not a physical sacrifice but an emotional one, in order to save other lives. Would not a more prudent person think twice and make a much more careful decision? Perhaps I acted too hasty because I wanted to see the good in people, and my selfishness caused a lot of pain. Even good intentions can be selfish,” he said, glancing over at Adair.

Dylan thought maybe for a moment he was beginning to notice the difference between humans and djinn over the course of his long life. Adair had less patience because his life seemed so short, and Dylan’s life was so long that it was in his nature to be slow-paced with everything that crossed his paths. Perhaps their lives were so different just because of the length of them. Dylan wondered if his musings held any truth to them.

“I think you just helped me to realize something I have been missing all along.”

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I AM I SPEED. I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS!

fortunecookie
2009-08-19 06:50 am UTC (link)

"You ever here of the saying "pushover" Dylan?" Adair asked with concern. "You never want to be considered that. "If all you worry about is being more of a person who sacrifices himself, people are going to put you on the top of the list of people they can take for granted because they know you will be easy to persuade. Maybe you don't see it, but you can easily be manipulated no matter how smart you are. There are people who are so intelligent in the ways of evil and manipulation that they can take your goodness for granted. That's why I would advise you to always think twice when a situation makes you hesitant. When something makes you feel unsure and uneasy, it's always okay in my opinion to either say no, or rest on those feelings for a while. Trust me, I can actually relate in that area."

He was very surprised that he actually may have helped out someone who was in Adair's eyes someone of much more importance in the haven. "Really?" he paused for a moment, unsure if Dylan was willing to share what that was. "What might that be?" He chuckled a bit. "I'm ah-just sort of surprised I actually helped you. You already seem to know so much."

Adair really believed that people underestimated how cool Dylan was. This conversation meant a lot to him and he was glad that he had such a member on the Council. He felt much safer knowing someone as wise and willing to interact with others was in charge. The psychic was no longer as intimidated as he used to be.

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Fin! :D

wishgranted
2009-08-28 02:57 am UTC (link)

Dylan chuckled when he heard Adair mention the word pushover. It was a term he had heard before, certainly not from any djinni, but from humans and those who lived among them. It wasn’t a word he would have put on himself, but he listened to Adair’s explanation. The words Adair was speaking were true; even the wisest cold be manipulated, especially if he never thought twice about things made more careful decisions. It was in that moment they related to each other despite the years of difference and the separate cultures they came from. Some things were just universal.

Dylan laughed. “Yes, really.” He thought of a way to explain it to Adair. “Well, the length of years affects us greatly. A child is hyper, energetic. They have a life to live and they can’t wait. But an older person has lived a long time, has seen many things, and life changes its purpose when enough time has passed.” Dylan paused briefly before continuing. “I supposed it’s easy to say humans and djinn are different, correct? By your reckoning, I am forty or fifty in human years, but I do not feel that age. I feel older — and that’s because I am older. A physical equation does not tell us how we are mentally. We are so different because time makes us that way. I don’t know why I’ve lived this long. I cannot answer that question . . . but am I meant to?”

With that, Dylan turned to Adair to smile. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?”

He approached Adair and patted the young man on the shoulder. “Thank you for this conversation. Take care, Adair Fallon.”

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