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maskormenace2015-07-08 11:53 am
likeaspy) wrote in maskormenace2015-07-08 11:53 am
Entry tags:
- n/a | the midnighter,
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- † armin arlert | n/a,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † cisco ramon | vibe,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † eggsy unwin | n/a,
- † gazelle | n/a,
- † harry hart | galahad,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jimmy mcgill | saul goodman,
- † rose lalonde | seer of light,
- † roxy lalonde | rogue of void,
- † spot conlon | king of brooklyn,
- † teresa | n/a,
- † tiffany doggett | n/a
K;1 | Video/Text
[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.
He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.
The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.
And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]
Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]
Text; open to anyone: Jg zpv voefstuboe uijt, nfttbhf nf cbdl xjui b mpdbujpo boe nffu vq ujnf. J offe up lopx xibu't hpjoh po.
He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.
The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.
And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]
Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]
Text; open to anyone: Jg zpv voefstuboe uijt, nfttbhf nf cbdl xjui b mpdbujpo boe nffu vq ujnf. J offe up lopx xibu't hpjoh po.
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[Jimmy shrugs, a surprisingly nonchalant gesture given what they're discussing.
Maybe he's just cynical.]
Look, I dunno how many people I can speak for, but in my case? Superpowers aren't enough to make me forget the fact that someone put me in a new world or dimension or whatever without my consent — or forget the fact that someone had the ability to do somethin' like that in the first place. They're not really a source of comfort, either. I mean, you'd think you'd feel stronger, right? More powerful. But...
[He doesn't really know why he's telling this kid all this shit, but.
There it is.]
I don't think anyone wants to admit how scared they are.
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[Eggsy sighs, shrugging his shoulders. He was freaked out, sure, but he couldn't focus on that right now.]
I looked at my file, at my new powers, but, bruv, I don't see how them are good powers.
[He grins though, shaking his head as he remembers them.]
Whatever, though. I just think it's all fuckin' weird. How can they bring us here? Give us all abilities. It seems shady as fuck, all I'm sayin'. Besides, what gives 'em the right to do that?
[He's not expecting an answer, but Jimmy's got him all riled up now.]
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He offers a sympathetic look, though.]
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, uh — bruv.
[Don't worry; he won't be saying that again. Ever.]
Is that like "bro"?
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[Eggsy grins, absolutely tickled that Jimmy had said bruv.]
Yeah, sorta. Just slang for brother.
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[Sorry, Eggsy. It's the only specific one Jimmy knows aside from Liverpool English. Everything else kind of just... blends together, to his untrained Midwestern ear.]
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[Eggsy squints at the screen, wondering if this guy knew many chavs, or if he'd just seen them on tv or something.]
Grew up in London. Where you from?
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[He shrugs as if apologetic, but the smirk on his face says otherwise.]
I'm originally from a suburb of Chicago, here in America. [A pause.] Not this version of America, but... one. Of many, I guess.
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[He'd adjust to it eventually, sure, but didn't make it any less strange. All this alternate universe shit.]
Never been to Chicago, bet it's nice. [No money for a vacation like that.]
What's that like?