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]
[Filtered from known villains and Grell, 100% unhackable]
[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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[And now that you seem to be somewhat listening...]
...s'all right if I ask what's up? [Because what little Derek knows of you does not point to random shootings of bottles in the middle of the night.]
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[By "town," he means "life." And he is utterly, keenly aware that he is not the only one who's had a bad couple of months. That's part of the problem.]
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[And he is.]
Anything I can help with?
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Stay safe. Don't get yourself shut up in a cage anywhere. Or...stabbed, or killed, or in hospital, or ill, or in a duel with a murderous lunatic, or sent home. [Does that about cover what all his friends have been doing lately? Then there's the whole thing with Dawn, but he doubts that will ever, ever be a problem he'll have with Derek. Eugh.]
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[The tone is meant to be wry, but it's also tired.]
I'm sorry to hear about all of that.
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[Derek is quiet for a long moment.]
You ever need a place to crash for a bit, let me know. Got a lot of space, and I'm good at staying out of the way.
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...Crash?
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...Hmn. Sorry. Slang from my time.
A place to stay away from your usual place. If you need the break.
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Where do you live?
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Thank you for your offer. [It's spoken distantly. But spending time away from his own house is spending time away from the one person who can really, truly make him better.] Have you ever awoken at sea, Mr. Bliss?
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It isn't.
...you should try waking up on a surf board, though.
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[Being facetious.]
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...More like an overgrown plank. But you're close.
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Wait. There is something; you can ride the water inside the curve of a wave.
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You can, can you?
[Color him intrigued.]
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I can teach you sometime.
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