Archie Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
simplestgift) wrote2011-08-08 09:14 pm
simplestgift) wrote2011-08-08 09:14 pm
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Nineteen Bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION/VOICE]
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[Written in a disguised hand, with the picture obscured.]
To anyone who is new, I would like to let you know that if, for any reason, you feel unsafe in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and ask to be placed with someone known to be safe until you are back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason--perhaps you were kidnapped recently or someone is threatening you. You do not need to tell why.
That said, I am in need of more women as volunteers. If any of you have a spare bed, your help would be most welcome. Even if you can be dispatched as a bodyguard, we would be glad of your assistance. A trusted member of the community must be able to vouch for you.
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[Tonight Archie will be waiting tables at Cloud 9. When he gets off, he will take an unusually long time coming home. At some point, he'll be perched on one of the docks on the ocean, staring blankly out to sea, oblivious to the world.
There isn't really one specific reason. It's everything, really, from the draft to William's disappearance. Archie is as bottled as they come, and...
Bottles.
Around one in the morning, a gunshot and shattering glass is heard. This is because Mr. Kennedy has set up a line of empty bottles from the night club on the fountain and is using them for target practice. Wine, beer, as long as it's empty and glass it gets used. If you are having difficulty sleeping because you keep hearing gunshots and shattering glass every thirty-one seconds (gotta take time to reload), this may be why.
For housemates, he'll be at close to three in the morning, looking like he's gotten a little bit of something out of his system.
He will then, late at night, make a voice post.]
If anyone would like to play a game of whist during whatever you call your midday meal tomorrow, you would be welcome. I cannot vouch for my cooking, but I'll make a game attempt.
[Written in a disguised hand, with the picture obscured.]
To anyone who is new, I would like to let you know that if, for any reason, you feel unsafe in your own home, you may go to the Welcome Center and ask to be placed with someone known to be safe until you are back on your feet. There does not have to be a reason--perhaps you were kidnapped recently or someone is threatening you. You do not need to tell why.
That said, I am in need of more women as volunteers. If any of you have a spare bed, your help would be most welcome. Even if you can be dispatched as a bodyguard, we would be glad of your assistance. A trusted member of the community must be able to vouch for you.
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[Tonight Archie will be waiting tables at Cloud 9. When he gets off, he will take an unusually long time coming home. At some point, he'll be perched on one of the docks on the ocean, staring blankly out to sea, oblivious to the world.
There isn't really one specific reason. It's everything, really, from the draft to William's disappearance. Archie is as bottled as they come, and...
Bottles.
Around one in the morning, a gunshot and shattering glass is heard. This is because Mr. Kennedy has set up a line of empty bottles from the night club on the fountain and is using them for target practice. Wine, beer, as long as it's empty and glass it gets used. If you are having difficulty sleeping because you keep hearing gunshots and shattering glass every thirty-one seconds (gotta take time to reload), this may be why.
For housemates, he'll be at close to three in the morning, looking like he's gotten a little bit of something out of his system.
He will then, late at night, make a voice post.]
If anyone would like to play a game of whist during whatever you call your midday meal tomorrow, you would be welcome. I cannot vouch for my cooking, but I'll make a game attempt.
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Come on, now. I wouldn't call myself a superhero if I wasn't proud of the fact.
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[Asking for a definition, not a repeat, as this is writing.]
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[He still doesn't sound impressed. Not about the rats, that is.]
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[Archie has little enough faith in humanity as it is.]
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Well then, how shall I be certain you're a hero? Many could make the same claim and few could live up to it.
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[Even he's willing to admit the cheese in that name alone. But he makes it pretty badass.]
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Are you Jack Horner?
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Sheesh, a short conversation later and you've already forgotten what my name was? You really are The Forgetful Doctor Mystery. Way to live up to your reputation.
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[Because Tony is like no other. And now he dislikes this Jack Horner guy, whoever he is. It's only fundamental.]
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Whatever it is, I doubt I amOh. Champion. I see. Well, I'll take any compliment I can, I suppose.written; filtered 100%
That's the spirit. Coming from me, you should be glad to receive any compliment.
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[He's holding out oh-so-much hope.]
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[Aaand with a general sense of "WTF was that?" Kennedy closes the book.]