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Artemis Clarke ([personal profile] hunter2_0) wrote in [community profile] capitalh2014-11-09 10:32 pm
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Who: Signless and Artemis
What: A pair of hobos who have done things they regret talk about feelings.
Where: An alley somewhere
When: Now-ish? Around June 20th.
Warnings: none atm, will update if necessary

There was a time when the main reason Artemis would ever hang around in an alleyway was to keep an eye out for criminal activity. Of course, that's not to say she isn't looking out for that now, it just isn't really the main reason anymore.

She makes her way down the street, weaving between pedestrians for a while and then slipping between two now-familiar buildings, dropping into a crouch with her back to a wall and starting to reach toward the external outlet that she's been very grateful for the existence of these past few weeks.

Then she notices she's not alone. She freezes, bright yellow eyes widening with alarm, and pulls her hand away like she totally wasn't about to dismantle a power outlet and siphon electricity from it, because she is absolutely a human and not a robot. Nope. Nothing synthetic going on here.

"Uh- sorry, I didn't notice you were here." What is proper procedure for entering an alleyway and finding someone else already there? She has no idea. Crud.
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-10 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
There is no spoken hobo code on the matter, that's for damn sure. In this case, though...it doesn't seem like he may be initially listening.

The Alternian is curled up on his side in a pile of newspaper and bundled in the dirty cloth of his over worn clothing. He doesn't even look up until Artemis speaks, and when he does it is listless and empty.

He shies away from her, shuffling across the ground a bit. He looks down.

"I'll go."
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-10 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head, curling his arms around himself. He still doesn't look up. He just makes sure that she has the confirmation that she is allowed to be there, and stays where he is.

He genuinely doesn't mind her presence. He just feels like an unwanted obstruction to the world around him.
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-10 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
He finally looks up at her, and his vividly red eyes glimmer slightly in the dimness of the alleyway. He watches her silently for a while longer, before gradually shifting himself into a sitting position.

"No," he says, and though he wants to say more he can't get the rest out.
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-10 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
He is looking down again as she asks, though he stirs very subtly at the opportunity to speak.

"I have no place in this world," he says softly, his words a little awkward and accented with Alternian. English is harder for him now, than it was before. "I should not be alive."
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-12 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
He falls silence for a while. The only terms he's thought about destiny in have been bad ones, recently. Like him being destined to suffer, or destined to be imprisoned. He hasn't really considered any positive reasons for any of this.

"Do you think a force governs these things?" he asks her, looking up to meet her eyes. His question is sincere.
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-13 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks down at his hands, fidgeting between his knees.

"I haven't been able to see any reason that I should be around anymore. I thought I might have had some higher purpose, sweeps ago. But...I don't think that's true."
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[personal profile] sufferist 2014-11-19 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He stares at his knees. A distant part of him feels that her advice makes sense, even if it feels so unapproachable right now.

"There are things I want to fix. But I don't know I can. I wish I could stop being like this."