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reverielogs2018-06-22 11:02 am
resleeves) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-22 11:02 am
i hear the voices getting louder
» WHO? takeshi kovacs + ota
» WHEN? throughout the weekend and next week
» WHERE? chapel, fitness area, bar, and various others
» WHAT? causing trouble
» WARNINGS? language but nothing else as of yet
[ he's not here to pray.
he's not here to do anything but sit in the quiet and think. it's been a few weeks since the arrival of the backpack (which sits on the bench beside him) and he'd thought, for a few hours, that maybe more things would arrive. maybe a gun or an oni or fuck, he'd take ortega herself showing up. but nothing else familiar arrives.
he's even started seeing less of quell. she's still there when he sleeps but the glimpses of her he used to catch from the corner of his eyes are happening less and less. he's not sure if that means his fragged mind is healing or getting worse.
maybe it seems she's alive somewhere. yeah right, what a fucking miracle that would be. he'd seen her explode and he'd probably walked on the ashes that had been her body as he'd tried to get off harlan's world.
while he's alone, he reads a few of the quotes off the wall and then reaches into the backpack to physically throw garbage at the ones he doesn't like (which is all of them). he knew that some of this shit would come in handy and making a mess was juvenile but he had fuck all else to do.
it wasn't like anyone would notice. this place was a mess anyway. ]
Well, this is just fucking boring.
[ ever since the new sleeve, he's never really done a lot of solo training. quell's training two sleeves ago had stuck and from then on, a life spent being hunted and taking out those he'd been paid to kill had left him in decent enough shape.
then, there had been the life sentence and over two centuries spent on ice doing absolutely nothing. ryker's death had left a physically capable sleeve behind even if it was a sleeve that she had a fucking attachment to, unbeknownst to him until he'd been wearing the sleeve for awhile.
he drops the backpack on the ground and circles the room, staring down at the pool and making a face. didn't look like any place he wanted to take a swim in. plenty of people had probably pissed in that.
these facilities were a long way from even carnage's shitty little spectacle. at least he'd had a cheering section and some competition. ]
Ain't none of that here.
[ of course he'd think that. of course. ]
[ even kovacs could tell the alcohol was running low. he kept expecting to stop in (during one of his daily walks through the station) and see more of it. but, that hadn't happened yet. bottles were half empty, knocked over and collecting dust.
kovacs spends some time behind the bar, remembering the one time he'd had a bartender who made some decent drinks before she'd up and disappeared. lucky fucker. if she wasn't here, she had to be somewhere better.
and yet, he's still here, stuck. one of the bottles he picks up and brings up to sniff is filled with something so strong that it burns the lining of his nose and actually makes him blink. ]
Smells like fuel.
[ which meant it was fucking perfect.
kovacs made his way over to one of the booths and laid down, long legs dangling over the side. the backpack was placed on his stomach and the bottle on the table. he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how plausible it would be to just kick his way out of this place.
answer: not plausible at all.
where was poe and his arsenal when you really needed him? ]
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» WHEN? throughout the weekend and next week
» WHERE? chapel, fitness area, bar, and various others
» WHAT? causing trouble
» WARNINGS? language but nothing else as of yet
001. chapel
[ he's not here to pray.
he's not here to do anything but sit in the quiet and think. it's been a few weeks since the arrival of the backpack (which sits on the bench beside him) and he'd thought, for a few hours, that maybe more things would arrive. maybe a gun or an oni or fuck, he'd take ortega herself showing up. but nothing else familiar arrives.
he's even started seeing less of quell. she's still there when he sleeps but the glimpses of her he used to catch from the corner of his eyes are happening less and less. he's not sure if that means his fragged mind is healing or getting worse.
maybe it seems she's alive somewhere. yeah right, what a fucking miracle that would be. he'd seen her explode and he'd probably walked on the ashes that had been her body as he'd tried to get off harlan's world.
while he's alone, he reads a few of the quotes off the wall and then reaches into the backpack to physically throw garbage at the ones he doesn't like (which is all of them). he knew that some of this shit would come in handy and making a mess was juvenile but he had fuck all else to do.
it wasn't like anyone would notice. this place was a mess anyway. ]
002. fitness area
Well, this is just fucking boring.
[ ever since the new sleeve, he's never really done a lot of solo training. quell's training two sleeves ago had stuck and from then on, a life spent being hunted and taking out those he'd been paid to kill had left him in decent enough shape.
then, there had been the life sentence and over two centuries spent on ice doing absolutely nothing. ryker's death had left a physically capable sleeve behind even if it was a sleeve that she had a fucking attachment to, unbeknownst to him until he'd been wearing the sleeve for awhile.
he drops the backpack on the ground and circles the room, staring down at the pool and making a face. didn't look like any place he wanted to take a swim in. plenty of people had probably pissed in that.
these facilities were a long way from even carnage's shitty little spectacle. at least he'd had a cheering section and some competition. ]
Ain't none of that here.
[ of course he'd think that. of course. ]
003. bar
[ even kovacs could tell the alcohol was running low. he kept expecting to stop in (during one of his daily walks through the station) and see more of it. but, that hadn't happened yet. bottles were half empty, knocked over and collecting dust.
kovacs spends some time behind the bar, remembering the one time he'd had a bartender who made some decent drinks before she'd up and disappeared. lucky fucker. if she wasn't here, she had to be somewhere better.
and yet, he's still here, stuck. one of the bottles he picks up and brings up to sniff is filled with something so strong that it burns the lining of his nose and actually makes him blink. ]
Smells like fuel.
[ which meant it was fucking perfect.
kovacs made his way over to one of the booths and laid down, long legs dangling over the side. the backpack was placed on his stomach and the bottle on the table. he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how plausible it would be to just kick his way out of this place.
answer: not plausible at all.
where was poe and his arsenal when you really needed him? ]
004. wildcard
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Re: 003 - we really have to stop meeting like this
[ he'd just been resting his eyes. sleep, when it did come, was light and bothered and sleeping in a place as busy as the bar would have just been stupid. ]
But thank you for looking out for me. I'm very touched.
[ touched right in the heart. he put a hand over said heart and patted it. ]
no subject
You're very welcome.
[Is it sincere or is it sarcasm?? . Rhea'li points at the bottle on the table.]
Do you plan to drink that?
no subject
[ even if he didn't, he probably would have said that just because he was who he was. ]
Why, you have a hard on for it or something?
no subject
Only insomuch as you have.
[Striding forward, he takes up the seat on the opposite end of the booth. He does not take the bottle. Instead, he mimics Kovac's position on the seats, lying down with his legs half hanging out. Hm. Not really comfortable, is it? Especially with his tail.]
no subject
[ kovacs knows he doesn't have a copyright on this but it's pretty fucking coincidental that rhea'li's suddenly decided to lay down in the bar. ]
You trying to get my attention?
no subject
Nay. ...I'm lying down.
[:3c]
no subject
What the fuck ever. It's a free station, I guess. Do what you want, Cat Boy.
[ even laying down and staring at the ceiling, he knew the voice. ]
no subject
Though some of my features may be similar to a feline's, I am hardly a cat.
[Also hardly a boy; he's seen 28 summers!]
no subject
[ oops. that's right, he'd said he wasn't a cat, hadn't he? oh well, honest mistake. ]
Why are you features so similar to a cat's? That a thing for everyone where you're from?
no subject
[Rhea'li's just making a guess that Kovacs has no idea what a Hyur is. Just going on a limb here. He continues--]
Nay, only the race I belong to. But we are not an unusual sight for most.
lmao hdu call his face like a monkeys
[ of course he has no idea what a hyur is. sounds like the noise someone makes when they vomit. ]
Do the ears make you hear better? Or aesthetic only?
[ rip off if they were. ]
:')
Mayhaps it should be tested, for I've never compared.
[They're absolutely aesthetic only.
Okay he's sitting up and changing position, because his tail being trapped between his ass and the booth is uncomfortable. Instead, he lies down on his front.]
Have you only the one race in your homeland?
Re: :')
[ that doesn't mean every human is the same, of course, but they're all humans. ]
We have different levels of fucked up.
[ kovacs was doing exceedingly well in that category. ]
And the only people who have ears like that are the ones that get them surgically attached to their heads like fucking idiots.