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Laurence Rosenblum ([info]dead_bloom) wrote in [info]sons_of_cain,
@ 2009-08-09 19:00:00
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Who: Laurence and Lucian
When: Afternoon-ish?
Where: A bench somewhere in Vegas
What: An unexpected reunion
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

So this was Las Vegas. Laurence had to say that he didn't think much of what he'd seen so far. Overblown, ostentatious and depressingly empty, despite the fact that there were more people gathered together than he had seen in years. Of course, people was used in the loosest possible meaning of the word. In the hundred or so years that he had been 'alive', he had never truly had any contact with any one else like him. That was no one's fault but his own. Laurence had never felt the need to look for anyone else like him, and frankly, he never much thought that it was a loss. Since entering the city though, he had been thoroughly overwhelmed. Everywhere he turned there were new sights, smells, sounds... Perhaps it would have been better if he'd actually gone out a bit more during the last half-century? Surely it would have at least prepared him a little more.

Eventually -worn out completely- Laurence found a bench not too far from what he guessed was the main street and prepared himself to do something he hadn't done in over a century. Loitering on public property with deliberate and malicious intent to sleep. Well, it was deliberate anyway. He was bone tired and the wooden seat looked a good deal more comfortable than what he had been sleeping on during his trip. His old army greatcoat was warm enough to let him forgo scrounging for a newspaper blanket and the pack made a suitable pillow, even if he couldn't move his head without a book or the typewriter jabbing into his cheek. It could have been worse. And besides, it was a well known fact that soldiers could sleep anywhere. In three minutes, Laurence was proving it true, stretched out full length along the bench in blissful slumber as if it were the most luxurious bed known to man.


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