1st race

Jun. 27th, 2015 07:02 pm
bleak_midwinter: (And away it goes)
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[Tommy walks the halls as if they belong ti him- it's not too strange, since they often did, back home. He walks as if's surrounded by hard men with razors stitched into their hats, with guns in their hands. It's easy to take offense to, but he'll be quick to reassure if anyone does.

He visits the Deck first, to smoke and to let it sink in where he is. After that, he makes the rounds, exploring: the dining hall for a good meal, the bar for some whiskey (Irish; always), the engine room. He spends a considerable amount of time in the common rooms, too, trying to figure out the TV's.

At night he's back on the deck, as high as he can go, as different as scene from his dreams as the Barge can provide.]


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[He's been on the ship for a full day before he announces himself. You might have seen him, or you might not have; for all he moves as if he owns the halls, his suit is drab enough that he can blend in when he wants.

He's in his kitchen now; there are patterned tiles, an old-fashioned wood stove, a china cabinet. It's cozy, if outdated for most of the Barge's inhabitants. Without his hat on, Tommy's eyes are a clear, penetrating blue. His voice is low, with a strong Birmingham accent. He's smoking, and it's obscuring his face in the already low lighting from the oil lamp on the table.]


From what I can tell, this place is all about 'forgiveness'. Not forgetting, but forgiving-- inmates and wardens alike. How long should forgiveness take? Are there things you could never forgive? People you'll always forgive?

Has your opinion changed, since you've been here?

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Date: 2015-06-29 01:22 pm (UTC)
witness_this: (before the other shoe drops)
From: [personal profile] witness_this
I don't know if plants in the real world do this, or if it's because everything here is imposible.

[Furiosa confesses at once, lively, and unsure maybe, but still with a total fascination and intensity of reaction that she reserves usually for things that are growing.

She is practically animated, as she leads him over to the little flowers, and shows him, cautiously, how if you pinch them just right they affect a snap.]

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Date: 2015-06-29 01:45 pm (UTC)
witness_this: (pleasant)
From: [personal profile] witness_this
Probably. Maybe I'll bring them here to read.

[Because she would like to learn more than what they got from the one or two dusty and dated books back home.

Next, the carnivorous lilies and flytraps, which she can never resist tormenting into a snap with the brush of a blade of grass. She's sure they don't have enough force to actually sting her fingers, but they look so impressive that it feels like it would be an insult not to be cautious.

From there, well- it's a very large greenhouse.]