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Elliot Ashford (bound_elliot) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2013-10-11 20:32:00

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aiden teague, elliot ashford, in progress, private, valerian alexander

the music gets into me
Date:September 29, 2012
Time: 10:00 p.m.
Location: Wider Country, Crescent Cove
Characters: Elliot Ashford, Valerian Alexander, (~~Aiden Teague~~)
Description: Having tracked down a location to check for answers to the mysteries surrounding the deaths in his family, Elliot runs into an old acquiantance that has more in common with him than they knew before.
Status: Private, In Progress

The darkness of the night allowed little slivers of moonlight past the grand clouds hanging high in the sky, though none of the light had much illumination on the streets below. From its place above, the moon hid carefully beneath the fullness of the fluffed wisps, making it hard for Elliot to see much of where he was going. He hadn’t been on this side of town for quite some time, though much seemed the same. It was easier that way, having a hint of what to expect. He did have a flashlight just in case, but the streetlights were doing decently by providing light that the moon denied.

His shadow extended further into the darkness beyond the streets with each step he took away from the lamps, coming to stand in front of drive of his destination. Elliot had heard rumors that he might be able to find what he was looking for beyond his stop, and his eyes searched the darkness in front of him for some sign of what was hidden. With one glance cast back at the empty way he’d come, he stepped off-road and began trekking the drive, going further from society with each step.

He walked for some time; the overdramatic child inside told him it must have been for miles, but he knew it hadn’t been that long when he finally arrived. The old shack in front of him stood alone within the middle of the area, trees on either side of it standing proud and tall. A tiny light inside flickered, but revealed nothing of what waited inside. Elliot swallowed, trying to muster up the courage to continue.

He’d been told that the person he sought would be able to tell him something about what had killed his grandfather, but if he was honest, he was just looking for any clue at all – it didn’t have to be specifically about his grandfather, he just needed something more than the nothingness he had to go on already.

He didn’t know what – or who – he’d find inside. But then, there was a lot that he didn’t know these days, when it came to Crescent Cove. So much had changed; he wasn’t entirely confident it was for the better, either.

Fingers gripped loosely on the doorknob, and swallowing one last breath for courage, he pushed gripped tight and twisted, pushing open the door. The tiny light illuminated a face of someone he’d not seen in years, though it hadn’t aged a bit since their first encounter.

He was quiet, lips tight as he assessed the being in front of him. Eyes trailed over the familiar body, brown irises finally setting on the man’s face.

“Hang out in creepy shacks often?”

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bound_valerian
2013-10-12 05:28 pm UTC (link)

Everything about Valerian was a little over the top. At least he wasn't wearing the shiny hooker leather. He was classy enough to wear leather with a sort of matte finish to it. Sure, it was a little risque, but it was not stripper slutty. He was a very monochromatic person. When he dressed, it was typically in one color, and nearly always matched the vehicle he drove in. He had a lot of black, a lot of red, and some white. It had been a white day apparently. His white motorcycle was parked out back, behind the shed. It wasn't the bulky sort of hog-motorcycle, but more of a 'rice burner', which was what the man at the motorcycle company he ordered it from described it. He loved it immensely, and took it out whenever he felt the need to feel the wind on his face.

"You mean to say, these aren't the accommodations you were looking for?" He said with a smile, not even realizing that he had very nearly quoted a line from a Star Wars movie. He wouldn't even know what Star Wars was.

Valerian smiled as he watched Elliot turn to walk away. How disappointing. You dangle a worm in the water, and the fish aren't hungry. He smiled as he leaned against one of the walls and kicked the chair in Elliot's direction. It slid across the floor and stopped right at his feet. "Please, have a seat. Perhaps we can, come to an arrangement about the information concerning your grandfather's untimely death." He crooned as the light painted shadows on his almost completely exposed abdomen. Then, his face shifted in the dim light, and it appeared as if the pain of death was apparent on his face. "I really am very sorry about your grandfather, Elliot." And as quickly as his concern manifested itself, it had disappeared. A true moment of empathy, and sadness for another. It was a rare glimpse of who he was on the inside. A rare glimpse past the mask he wrapped himself in.

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