alewdjester (alewdjester) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2010-09-16 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ☥ general population, ✏ 7: saturday |
Who: Jester Darkhart[closed]
NPCs: (Other kid from gang who never gets a name), woman in skirt
When: Week Seventeen / Saturday Evening
Where: Silver City
What: Jester gets restless and goes out
Rating & Warnings: PG
Jester flopped down onto the pile of sheets, pillows and clothes in need of washing that covered his bed and he stared idly out the window at the cars passing by. It was daylight and daylight always made him feel lazy and restless all at once. Grinning a way that even the devil's own couldn’t muster, Jester leapt from the bed once more eager to be prowling again despite his exhaustion, Demon though he was he did have to sleep sometime, even if it was during the day. He threw on his coat and walked through the streets before settling on a small brick ledge for a quick nap. Jester heard his old name and his mind jerked toward the voice, bringing his eyes toward the sound before pulling away again. He did not answer to that name anymore. Not now not ever. Never. He stood up and hopped down from his makeshift bed. He'd been having trouble sleeping in the first place, never mind the voices. It was time to roam. The name echoed, not in his mind but in the oddly quiet streets. It couldn’t be late enough for that sort of quiet. Jester tilted his head listening to the wind. He knew the voice too-- a long forgotten, probably long dead given the lifespan of mortals, voice. Then again they’d just been boys at the time no telling how old they'd live to. And there was the face, older now, stubble ridden, and paler, but there is no mistaking him. He's even still got the damn hat jester stole for him all those years ago. How is it possible, Jester himself had been what fifteen? True this kid had been younger but he'd have to be.... and then Jester saw it, his neck was blooded..."why did you abandon us,Jester?" And Jester woke for second time, shaking; in his own bed with the orange streetlight flooding in to the disheveled room he kept as a home. He took a breath and smiled. Thank god, a nightmare. Well, no sense in dwelling on that. He stood and searched for his coat... and his pants, wherever they’d gone. "Here pants," he muttered. There, they were. Jester snatched his pants from atop the lamp. How they’d gotten there he’d never remember. Pants found, coat on, he wandered to the streets-- the normal, blessedly busy streets of his normal, blessedly busy home. He would find his way to the Elysium district, noting like a few drinks, provided the clubs are open. He checked his phone its not as late as it felt. He flipped open his phone and dialed. "Hi you've reached Adara...." he twirled his finger impatiently, feeling a little better already. "blah, blah, blah," he muttered. beep. "Adaarraa, darling, what are you asleep? At this hour? call be back will you we must get out on the town, its a lovely night, see you" he clicked the phone shut and breathed a little more steadily. As he passed a pretty girl his finger twirled by his side and he hears a shriek and a giggle. He didn't need to look to know where that air current went. He grinned. Yes, tonight was going to turn out just fine. |