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nexus_crossings2017-07-20 01:43 pm
super_cool) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-07-20 01:43 pm
NEW ARRIVAL :: AN UNDERCOVER COP, NERD, AND ALL AROUND DISASTER
Freddy’s pretty sure he’s dead. He’d like to believe everything – the heist, the getaway, the bloodbath back at the rendezvous – was just a fucked up dream. He’d like to. There’s no hole in his cheek, no bullets in his gut, but he’s still wearing the same clothes – black suit, white shirt, and black tie – and they’re still soaked with blood. There’s blood in his hair, splattered across his face, and coating his hands.
He’s sitting on the curb outside of something that resembles the type of cheap convenience store familiar to someone from Los Angeles during the late 20th century. Next to him is an open bag of Doritos, four empty bottles of shitty beer, plus two more unopened bottles of that same shitty brand... and also a welcoming pamphlet.
While he’s not exactly feeling any better than he was when he first woke up, the alcohol is at least helping him settle into a sort of numbness. He opens the pamphlet and reads. Most of it fails to register.
‘Do you have a question for the Nexus?’ the pamphlet says.
‘What the fuck?’ is all that comes to mind. He sighs and rubs his temple, before burying his face in his arms. It's been a long goddamn day. Thinking it over though, he does actually have a question:
“Does everyone who dies get sent here? Or is it just like”–his voice still sounds hoarse, so he coughs into his fist and clears his throat–“only certain ones?”
He tries to brush his hair back, but his bangs just flop back into his face. He opens another bottle. Don't worry, he’s not going to cry or whine about shit. He may be a hot fucking mess, but he’s still a tough guy, okay?
He’s sitting on the curb outside of something that resembles the type of cheap convenience store familiar to someone from Los Angeles during the late 20th century. Next to him is an open bag of Doritos, four empty bottles of shitty beer, plus two more unopened bottles of that same shitty brand... and also a welcoming pamphlet.
While he’s not exactly feeling any better than he was when he first woke up, the alcohol is at least helping him settle into a sort of numbness. He opens the pamphlet and reads. Most of it fails to register.
‘Do you have a question for the Nexus?’ the pamphlet says.
‘What the fuck?’ is all that comes to mind. He sighs and rubs his temple, before burying his face in his arms. It's been a long goddamn day. Thinking it over though, he does actually have a question:
“Does everyone who dies get sent here? Or is it just like”–his voice still sounds hoarse, so he coughs into his fist and clears his throat–“only certain ones?”
He tries to brush his hair back, but his bangs just flop back into his face. He opens another bottle. Don't worry, he’s not going to cry or whine about shit. He may be a hot fucking mess, but he’s still a tough guy, okay?
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But he does smile at the invitation to explain his research. It's a smile that twists sadly after a moment, though. "You wouldn't like it. But really, I just want to know what I have to do to see my love protected. I want to know how a man walks into the realm of forbidden knowledge and walks out victorious. I want to know what the real difference is between binding an elemental and binding the dead. I want..."
He tilts his head down at Freddy. "To be of service. That's all."
Speaking of which... he looks down at the coins he's holding, bends over to offer them to Freddy. "You ought to go eat something, you know. Remind me to buy you a real drink, next time."
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“Thank you,” he says. He's already had something to eat: Doritos. That chips don’t count as an actual meal never occurs to him. He still needs to find a motel for the evening though, and having a little extra money couldn’t hurt.
“Hey,” he says, making eye contact one more time before Felix is able to run off. It’s a little too intense, and he is almost overly sincere when he tells him, “Good luck on the research, dude. I hope you can figure it out.”
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"Thank you. I have no doubt I will." He makes a surprisingly graceful bow for a man who looks barely on his feet, and flashes Freddy a grin as he straightens. "And no doubt we'll meet again, my friend."
He turns to stroll off on his merry way- but he does call back after a few steps, "Oh, and if you do speak with the sheriff - tell him Felix sent you."
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When Felix mentions the sheriff again, Freddy gives a stilted, awkward grin and a thumbs up. ‘Cause he’s a real cool guy, obviously.