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z. s. luther {javert} (sentinelstar) wrote in bellumlogs,

401; 2:05
401 was silent, even when the changes occurred. Rising from his chair to get a cup of coffee, Luther suddenly felt constrained. His hand rose to his neck, immediately assuming someone somehow had entered the apartment, tagging him with some sort of paralyzing device. However his hands felt a high collar with a hint of edging. A frown settled on his face as he looked down, finding lace at his wrists and long sleeves.

For all that he read in the forums, Luther was still stunned by the change. It was temporary though, before his mind returned to the task.

Jean Valjean. Of course. Nothing else mattered – his mind returned to his latest piece of information, the newspaper on his table. He moved to take it, eyes scanning over the name before heading out. There was a police stick in his hand he didn’t have before, but he twirled it about his fingers as he set out – not even locking the door behind him.

He had a convict to catch.

[ooc: closed-ish?]