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Locke Lamora ([info]richercleverer) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 00:25:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 05, location: thrift store, locke lamora, shannon rutherford

Who: Shannon Rutherford & Locke Lamora
What: Scavenging for goodies
When: Morning, probably around midmorning?
Where: Thrift Store
Rating: TBD (Oh, let's say PG-13 to start)
Status: Complete





Sleep deprivation was nothing new for Locke - he had experienced sharp changes to his sleeping patterns when he was in training to be a clever pirate and then again when he had come to be a member of the Orchid's crew. The only difference between that time and this was that, currently, Locke had no strong coffee to perk his mind back to its normal speed and, to make matters worse, there was the unpredictable wail of a siren every few moments. The first few times he had heard it, Locke had been sure that he would find a raging fire as soon as he left the confines of the church - but there had been nothing. After the fifth or seventh time, he had come to realize that it was nothing but a nuisance but that made it no less irritating when tore through the early morning peace. Realizing that sleep was now impossible, Locke resolved to head to the thrift store in order to scrounge together anything which might be useful - which meant anything that could either replace what had been taken from him or anything which might help in his self-appointed mission of having a good look at the glass walls and any trees which might be near them.

Locke shivered unpleasantly in the cool of the morning as he hurried toward the spot on the map marked as the thrift store and, when he came to what appeared to be the right building, he let himself quietly inside. He quickly glanced around for any sign of the woman whom he had agreed to meet but, seeing no trace of her, he decided to start his scavenge without her - well, as soon as he found some warmer and more appropriate clothes, at least. He supposed that he would just have to put up with the strange garments of this time and place.




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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-26 02:45 am UTC (link)
Shannon gave the man a small smile. "Stab in the dark, then, that you're Leo from the journals?" she ventured again, wanting to be sure. Her eyes were already scanning the room instinctively for some sort of weapon, should she need it for whatever reason.

"He'd have answered me," she added, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice. "If he was here, I mean." Somehow, Shannon knew he would. Or at least telling herself that made her feel oddly better when she didn't really think she should feel better. ...well that was an awfully confusing feeling...

"Find anything good?" she asked, craning her neck slightly. She caught sight of the shirt he was folding and smirked. "Oh, now that's sexy, you should totally take that one," she teased.

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[info]richercleverer
2009-04-26 03:01 pm UTC (link)
"That would be me," he agreed cheerfully enough. Locke - or Leo, as he was beginning to call himself - noted that the blond was furtively scanning her surroundings but he couldn't really blame her. If she was scanning for her missing friend, then that was entirely natural. If she was scanning for some manner of weapon - well, he could understand completely. He had no reason to believe that he would need them, but Leo had been sorely missing his stolen stilettos ever since he had noted that they were gone. "Which means that you must be Shannon?"

"He might have left if he heard other people come in? This place doesn't really lend itself to trusting anyone or anything," he spoke perhaps a bit too readily of that and so he tried to remove any implication that she was untrustworthy with an easy grin. Remembering his guise as a priest, he held up one hand and gestured lightly with it - a move which he could vaguely remember some member of the priesthood or another using. "Lord Perelandro works in mysterious ways - but he also provides. I'm sure he'll guide the lost back to his friends." This was followed by a silent prayer to the Crooked Warden that, just this once, his words would be proven true and he kissed the back of his left hand as he turned his attention back to a display of clothing.

"Do you think?" Leo laughed and unfurled the shirt with a flair. His heavier coat cast aside, he held the eye-burning shirt up against the plain tunic he was currently wearing. "Does it bring out the color of my eyes?"

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