kirley_mcduke (kirley_mcduke) wrote in lockewood, @ 2010-03-08 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassius everard, kirley duke |
Who: Kirley Duke and Cassius Everard
What: Meeting new roommates
When: Backdated to sometime on Sunday
Where: 16 Quills St.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Cassius: After work, Cassius returned to his little house, his mind full. He wished to bathe, eat, and change his clothes, but then there were important connections he wished to make. He would write to Albus Dumbledore, as Gellert had suggested, to arrange a meeting time, and would venture back into town for the others. There was Severus Snape at the supermarket to consider, and he wished to find out more about Ariana as well. Then there was always the pub... a central meeting place if the town had one.
But as he unlocked the door, Cassius paused. There was noise in the house. Someone was in his house? Someone who wasn't even attempting basic stealth, which was even more baffling!
Just because the intruder was loud, though, did not mean harmless. Cassius slipped off his shoes at the door, pulled out his wand, and advanced through the house.
Kirley: Kirley was tearing apart the room he was in. Despite being told already that his guitar most likely hadn't been brought along with him, he couldn't fathom that and was holding on tightly to the most likely. That meant there was still a chance. And chances were always good. Kirley happened to like taking his chances.
He never even considered that someone else might have also lived in the house. Sure, there were things in the other room, which looked well lived in, but Kirley just happened to think that someone might have just crashed there the other night or something. In his time and place, there was nothing wrong or off about that.
Not that he would have been quiet even if he had known someone else lived there.
Cassius: The noises were coming from upstairs, and Cassius moved to one side so the risers wouldn't creak and give his presence away. As he reached the top, he could see from the fall of light that the intruder was not in his bedroom, but in the other bedroom across the hallway. That thought began to penetrate, and Cassius had a horrible suspicion.
Moving a little faster, and a little less cautiously, Cassius moved to the doorway of the second bedroom. There was a young man inside, perhaps Gellert's age. A thin young man with the apparent grace of a troll who was tearing apart the room, searching for Merlin-knew-what.
Cassius stepped in behind him, quietly, and stepped almost into his personal space. "So," he said. "I do have a 'roommate' after all."
Kirley: Kirley didn't hear the door push open. He wasn't paying too much attention. He was desperate to hear the twang of Lilleth's stings as something was thrown down on top of her. He loved that guitar, it was his first, he used that for when writing up new songs or when just goofing around with accoustics. He'd never even taken Lilleth on stage with him, afraid that something would happen. He would have killed anyone who touched her pretty wooden neck in the wrong way.
So when there was suddenly someone speaking behind him, sounding awfully closer then anyone really should have been sounding, Kirley jumped a little, toppling forward and stopping himself by placing a hand on the bed before him. "What the bloody fuck? Who are you?"
Cassius: This was to be his new roommate then? Just wonderful. This noisy, foul mouthed creature? "I live here," he informed the man, without inflection. Cassius usually introduced himself with all friendliness, like a politician looking for votes, but he didn't see why this one mattered. As far as Cassius could see, the young man was nothing more than a noisy, messy irritation. Bloody Skeeter.
Kirley: "You... live here? No one told me I'd be sharing a place with someone else." He was never going to not live with someone, wasn't he? First in school and then on the bus and now this? Already he didn't like this bloke. But it didn't seem as if he had much of another choice. "Well, then. If that's the case, you should help me out. Roomies and all." He faked a smile, quite obviously, and turned it on the definitely older man standing behind him. "And would you mind just backing up a bit? Personal space and all."
Cassius: Very deliberately, Cassius took a single step back, out of the young man's 'personal space.' "I do live here. Which would be the reason why my belonging are in this house." He knew he wasn't even making the faintest attempt at politeness, and after years of pressing palms and kissing hands, he'd grown very accustomed to civility. Finding a smile for the cretin, Cassius inquired "What sort of help would you be needing?" and swallowed all the suggestions that came to his tongue.
Kirley: "Welcome home then, yeah?" He wasn't deliberately trying to be rude, though he did come off that way. Turning back towards the pile of things he had already thrown around, Kirley went through the pile again. "I'm looking for Lilleth, my guitar. I just don't believe that it would have gotten left behind." He really did sound kind of nervous that it was true. If his new roommate caught onto that, he could have accepted that as reason for why Kirley was being so rude. It wasn't true, but there was no need for Cassius to know that just yet.
Cassius: "A... guitar?" he repeated, as though the man's answer would seem more sensible with repetition. And one with a name. Perhaps it was named as people named their best horses, for sentiment. Or else perhaps guitar meant something else is this man's time, something like 'toad' or 'daughter.' "If it did not come to this place in your hands, why would you think to find it-" Cassius gestured around at the pulled out drawers, the shifted furniture, the strewn linens, and the general mess. "-hiding?" Cassius made note to see if his own room had been searched thusly.
Kirley: Kirley sighed deeply. That was it then. It wasn't going to be here, no matter how many times he searched. "Really? It had to come in your hands or not at all?" So.. he was here, with no guitar, no way of making his music and only the clothes on his back? That was it? Well, that was going to be a problem when he went to get dressed in the morning. "So, clothes and general necessities? Have to go and just.. get them? All new?" Strangely, he was excited about this.
Cassius: As the young man calmed down, Cassius found his veneer of civility returning. It was no great news, after all, that people in Lockewood shared their cottages, and generally in the most unlikely of combinations. It was only fortune- probably- that he'd not had to do so until now. "You will find, I suspect, that some of... this," he motioned toward the great mess, "is actually some basic clothing. Necessities as well, I expect, you will find." When you are capable of thinking like a rational human being and not a crazed crump.
"As for the rest, yes, it's quite a matter of starting over. Miss Skeeter failed to explain any of this to you?" Admittedly, Skeeter's introduction to him had been brief and confusing, allowing little opportunity to talk before he was taken here with a chequebook, a set of keys, and a rapidly growing sense of rage.
Kirley: "Fantastic." Kirley sat back on his heels, giving up on the mess for now. There wasn't any sarcasm in the words, he was genuinely excited to go out and buy new things. Sure, nothing would ever replace Lilleth, but he could, possibly, find a second best? If the stores here even sold musical instruments at all.
"Bug-eyed lady? Didn't really pay much attention." Kirley had a habit of blocking out things he didn't really want to hear, or if he was bored. When he had been in with Skeeter, that had been one of those times.
Cassius: How lovely that this man was renewing Cassius' opinion in his fellow man. That is, he was reaffirming that people, as a whole, were complete dunces who didn't have the common sense to get out of the rain or the education to throw up a shield, and that people with half an ounce of sense rose to the top. In essence, the man would best be a servant or a pet. Obedience or silence were then the man's best choices, and Cassius felt dubious that the man could exercise either trait. "A pity," he said, straight-faced. "Well, perhaps when you've gotten this-" he waved his hand "-cleaned, we might speak more on it."
Kirley: Kirley cocked his head to the side, eye brow lifted. Ok, so, he didn't necessarily have to like this bloke just because they were living together right? Because Kirley could already tell that they just weren't meant to be friends or anything so.. nice in terms. It just wasn't going to happen. Besides, he was still young, Kirley was. He still had a ton of life ahead of him and he was well aware of that and planned to take advantage of it. Besides, he had a lifestyle and it was a fabulous one. Obedience and silence were not, even a little bit, a part of that life.
Cassius: The conversation clearly at a close, if not a very cordial close, Cassius took himself away to carry on with his original plans. First, however, it was prudent that he inspect his home for damage or prying. The whole thing was one more reason to despise Skeeter.
Cassius' inspection, however, led to little askew, and he was soon preparing a light meal and contemplating what was to be done with his housemate. On one hand, any person might be useful. He had yet to determine fully what might be done with this... unpromising individual. On the other hand, he mostly just wanted the annoying little man to stay out of his way, and a firm hand might be best there. Still displeased, Cassius decided he would be polite, but firm and perhaps a bit distant. After all, it was not as though he could force the man to leave, and he may yet turn out to be not entirely useless.