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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[ in buffy's warped version of the world, that is certainly worth affection. ]
So William gets points for ability but not for imagination. I know the type. They're not lost causes in the creativity department.
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[He doesn't know, though. William?]
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If he's gonna end up going -- and we all almost do, eventually -- then I don't want him to have the wrong idea.
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What? Can't he swim?
[ jack has spoiled her for assumptions about sailors. he has become her golden example -- and he is an expert swimmer. ]
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No. Learned this on the way down from a cliff.
sob.
God.
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