Archie Kennedy (
simplestgift) wrote2011-05-03 12:53 am
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Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today
[Tonight, Archie is out in the woods, walking along the river instead of the path toward the southern lake. Something about being away from the village, in the solitude of the woods, with the sky going on for miles above him, is closer than anything else to the openness of the sea. The strange thing is that Archie was never too poetic about the sea itself--it was the ships he loved, not the water they sailed on. But now that the sea is far away and there is no ship to sail upon it, he finds himself very homesick for that endless expanse. So he walks by moonlight, gathering his thoughts and finding as much tranquility as he can in the woods.
When he returns home through the village, it will be past midnight. He'll stare at the furnished, unlived-in bedroom in his apartment, set up for someone who never comes. In the morning, he'll wake up on the couch, beneath the mural of the Indefatigable. Eventually, he'll write an unsigned message on the journal network.]
When the wind embraces all the world between the sky and sea,
It speaks in my ear of the left-behind, dear friend, it speaks of thee.
I wish you a journey far and long and spirits high and free,
And hope that the wind still speaks to you, dear friend, and speaks of me.
[A few minutes later, he'll scribble the whole thing out.
In the morning, anyone will be able to find him about, grocery shopping mostly, but also just browsing the shelves idly. He'll hit Good Spirits a little earlier than usual and drink a little more than normal.]
When he returns home through the village, it will be past midnight. He'll stare at the furnished, unlived-in bedroom in his apartment, set up for someone who never comes. In the morning, he'll wake up on the couch, beneath the mural of the Indefatigable. Eventually, he'll write an unsigned message on the journal network.]
When the wind embraces all the world between the sky and sea,
It speaks in my ear of the left-behind, dear friend, it speaks of thee.
I wish you a journey far and long and spirits high and free,
And hope that the wind still speaks to you, dear friend, and speaks of me.
[A few minutes later, he'll scribble the whole thing out.
In the morning, anyone will be able to find him about, grocery shopping mostly, but also just browsing the shelves idly. He'll hit Good Spirits a little earlier than usual and drink a little more than normal.]
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[ ...yes, with jack. though what she writes holds true -- for the most part, they haven't even been spending time together. ]
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[More or less.]
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First time I've seen a beach in over three years. Beautiful.
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[He doesn't get it.]
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I've been to the West Indies, and I do understand the difference. Beaches were not the focus at the time.
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[ but now she supposes that makes sense. ]
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Yes, it was our agreement. I was to sail with him if I beat him in a fight.
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[ she teases, really. ]
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I'm not his mom -- I'll do my best to keep him from getting overly criminal but do you really want a tiny blonde intervening on your behalf? Really?
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Jack's a captain, right? He'll want a crew. My money's on him needing you to puff up his captainy ego. Maybe he worded it like an agreement but you're the one doing him a favour.
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[ ...or not. sometimes it still feels like she hardly knows him at all. ]
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[But Archie comes from a world where each man is allowed eighteen inches of width in which to sleep, while other men have the eighteen inches to his right and left. At that kind of close quarters, people weren't that difficult to learn.]
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Just -- his first impression isn't really the right one, I don't think.
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