larue: (the world is just a teller)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [community profile] voicetest2014-03-05 09:25 am

i write sins, not tragedies.

[ London, 2063.

The fog is thick tonight. It paints the world a particular shade of gray that blends streets and buildings together, so much that the glow of the street lamps seem to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

A curious thing that you see though, is the sight of a young man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a deep crimson suit as he comes to a stop at one corner. There's a distinct click as he lights up a cigarette, the same hand that stows the gunmetal Zippo back in his pocket fishing out a phone that he brings to his ear. ]


All quiet on my end.
ktotheatothez: (036)

[personal profile] ktotheatothez 2014-03-24 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
N-No! It's just that... Never mind.

[I-it's not like I feel safer knowing the Chessboard's on the field, baka-nii!

Kaz doesn't say it out loud, not wanting to sound like a petulant child (or like the worrywart he tends to be). He lets it sit, and finds himself a perch, eyes scanning the mist. He's wearing the Brotherhood tonight, so he blends into the shadows easily.
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