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burns_so_brightly) wrote2012-01-09 05:43 pm
burns_so_brightly) wrote2012-01-09 05:43 pm
First Stanza: [Action/Written]
[The gentleman walking out of Community Building 1 does not live there, and in fact didn’t even walk in there in the first place. He’s dressed in a suit, tie, and trench coat and is tossing a fedora between his hands. Julian Bell walks through Luceti with a smile, as if this is nothing more than an exceptionally lucky day. He’s keen to explore and peers into every shop, sometimes actually going inside. The library holds his fascination for some time, and he’s delighted to find his own published books of poetry there (even if he’d admit it’s a faintly narcissistic pleasure).
He eventually sits down at the tea shop to read, looking for all the world like this is a vacation day and not the day after his death. That part, he’ll address once this actually sinks in.
At night, he’s at Cloud Nine, enjoying a Scotch on the rocks and a cigarette and listening to the music. For a crappy oppressed town, this place is doing very well!
Eventually, he works past an unusual (for him) nervousness and writes over the journals.]
Am I allowed to take any empty flat, or is that supposed to be assigned?
-Julian Bell
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[Thankfully there isn't much of a walk to the house. House 32 is so very close to all the shops in town.]
I already have, in part.
[He takes a deep pull from the bottle, then another. He wants to feel something other than the bristle of his clothes and that warm hand on his back. It's too good. He wants a burn of something.]
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No, perhaps not.
[He restoppers it and places it back in his pocket.]
In a world of double everything, it keeps a man sane. Double crosses, double agents, double and triple copies of every file. I'd go mad without it.
[This is too real. Too damned real. Every minute with Julian's hand on his back and them walking and talking together is making this illusion too damn real to be nothing.]
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Well, drink, then. [He pats Guy lightly on the back.] Which house is yours?
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[He points as his path leans an odd sort of winding toward House 32. Steps being weighted and shuffled make for a bizarre wind, like an emotional drunkedness sans liquor enough to be so.
Eerily, his voice is far more sober than it has been since speaking to Julian.]
My dear Anthony will have quite the mess on his hands.
[Kim too, but Guy knew he'd reach for Anthony in his moment of collapse first. Perhaps Kim would see Julian. Perhaps this was a chance he'd never asked for by the fire with Jilly. Regardless of what it was, his chest ached with it.]
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Anthony? Anthony's here?
[Because yes, the break-up was amiable, but the ex showing up is never totally without awkwardness.]
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He's part of what makes it tolerable. A spark of art in survival. Friendship in everything.
[Guy couldn't have come through this all without Anthony and Kim.]
H.A.R. is just through the door.
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[This is not weird at all, and his linefacing is not due to a dislike for Kim Philby. Or maybe it is. Julian has never shaken the Bad Impression he got from the fact that Guy and Anthony's sudden lack of conviction happened right around the time they made friends with Philby.]
Sounds like you arrived with all your friends. I suppose McLean is there as well?
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