Nikolai Leonidovich Skalov // Jaime Lannister (ser_jaime) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-20 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime lannister, tyrion lannister |
Who: Jaime & Tyrion Lannister
What: What are you doing here?
Where: The Wynn
When: Soon after the doors stop working.
Warnings/Rating: Spoiler alerts for GoT fans who haven't read the books.
Jaime watched the dragon fiasco outside with mild interest through the black screen they call a television. He certainly wasn't keen in charging on outside to take care of it. There were plenty of crazy people out there trying to deal with it and while it wasn't exactly the most honourable thing, sitting here on the bed doing absolutely nothing while the dragon and the winter terrorised the people outside, this was not his world and, bluntly put, not his problem to deal with.
He used the hangers to hang his Westerosi clothes up, the way his better half did with his suits, and he left Oathkeeper propped up in the back of the wardrobe. He had been told rather brusquely that he wasn't allowed to carry swords around Las Vegas, and he'd rather comply than get himself incarcerated. He had a vague sense of awareness that he'd get in more trouble for being in the possession of a whole host of things that belonged to the Russian whose body he was currently commandeering.
But that couldn't be helped. He needed money, which came in the form of paper, coinage and 'credit cards'. The phone could be useful, and Jaime didn't even know how to use half the things in it.
Jaime put his suit jacket back on - thankfully this didn't need buttoning up - before he left the room, right hand resting in his pocket. Entrenched in his thoughts, he was about to lose himself in the labyrinth of the casino when he tripped over what he assumed to be a small child.
"Terribly sorry, b-... Tyrion?"