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Nathan Young ([personal profile] lazyandincompetent) wrote2021-02-23 01:20 pm

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Nathan has decided this place isn't half bad.

Exhibit A: His flat. No more crashing in the community centre, curled up in a shitty sleeping bag on the cold floor. Instead he's got a bed. In an actual bedroom. And it isn't just a mattress on the floor either, he's got a proper bedframe and a headboard and even a little bedside table where he throws his cigarettes and his weed and his lighter after a long day. There's a living room with a proper couch, a kitchen, and his bathroom doesn't have a single stall door in the whole thing. If he wants a shower, he can draw a curtain. True privacy.

Exhibit B: Weed is legal. Weed is legal. He's cheerily smoking a pre-rolled joint now, right out in the middle of the sidewalk where anyone can see, and no one is going to stop him or try to arrest him. Not for this, anyway, and Nathan takes a nice, big hit, then lets out a contented sigh. He's spent the better part of the last week and a bit mostly stoned, as soon as he rounded the corner from his flat during an exploration day just after his arrival and found a dispensary just staring at him. He wonders if he can work there. Talk about a dream job.

Exhibit C: Everyone is pretty friendly, including a very pretty woman in his building. She looks kind of old timey, with long pale hair and a proper high necked nightgown, but Nathan can dig it. They haven't really talked any, but he can see it in her eyes. She's interested.

There are probably other exhibits, other things that make this place better than Wertham, and maybe Nathan misses Kelly, maybe he even misses Simon a little, but this is still better. A flat and weed. That's all he needs. The money helps, too, although he's blown most of this month's cash on said weed and a lot of food and also a really nice record player and a pair of expensive wireless (wireless!) headphones for his new phone, which holds way more music than his iPod ever did.

He's got those headphones on now as he walks, smoking his joint, listening to Soundgarden as loud as he possibly can, when he's stopped by someone. A young guy waves at him, trying to get his attention, and Nathan pauses his music, then pulls down his headphones.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Do you know where High Gate Terrace is?" the guy asks. "I'm supposed to meet someone there."

"Nah, sorry, mate," Nathan answers, then gestures with one hand, indicating the city at large. "I just got here. New to this whole thing. I don't even know where I live half the time."

"No," the guy mutters. "No, this isn't right. I have to be there."

"You're not about to have a mental breakdown are you?" Nathan asks, only partly wary. The rest of him is downright interested. "Just snap and go completely fucking mad? 'Cause that'd be fun to watch."

[Nathan is talking to a ghost, but doesn't know it, because he doesn't know he has that ability yet. :D]
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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-02-23 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Marianne has been at Barton for the morning and is heading back towards her apartment, thinking of getting lunch or something on her way there when she says Nathan on the pavement up ahead of her. She waves her hand to wave, and then he realises that he's talking. To thin air. Mariane's pretty used to Darrow weirdness, so it doesn't throw her as much as it might have back in Dublin.

"Hi," she says, slowing to a halt. "Alright?"
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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-02-24 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)

"I...don't." Marianne's eyebrows raise slightly, and she blinks. "I...Nathan? Are you...feeling okay? There's no-one there."

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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-02-25 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)

In Dublin, Marianne might have panicked, but she hasn't been in Dublin for a while, and she's seen weirder things within Darrow's City Limits. She stands her ground, her arms folded across her chest.

"Whatever it is," she says, her voice pitched soft because Nathan is definitely agitated enough. "I can't see it."

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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-02-27 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)

Nathan had mentioned how he'd ended up in a coffin before, and Marianne shrugs. She's not got any powers to speak of, have she? She's always felt completely unremarkable.

"Maybe. Don't know who you'd talk to, though. You know - whether they've got an email address or anything."

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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-03-03 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)

"Hi." Marianne considers the offer for a moment. It's been a while since she smoked anything, and she knows that Sam probably wouldn't approve, but that doesn't mean that she has to tell him. After a second, she reaches out and takes the joint from Nathan, flashing him a grin. "Thanks," she says, and slips it between her lips.

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[personal profile] quickestgirl 2021-03-04 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)

"Thank God for that," says Marianne, holding the smoke for a moment before she turns her head and lets it go in a long, pale plume. She takes another quick hit before she offers the joint back to Nathan. "How are you settling in, anyway?"

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"Klaus," says Marianne, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "We met. Under the mistletoe around Christmas, up at Kagura." She nods, though, brushing her fringe out of her eyes - she needs a haircut. "It's not so bad, once you're used to it."

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[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-02-24 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky for the ghost that Butcher can't hear, High Gate Terrace is right here. It's the place Billy has called home for more than a couple months. However reluctantly, he will admit that he has a certain fondness for the place. It's a right side nicer than Ocean View. Why the place he found was fully furnished, he will never know. The first month or so he was half-waiting for someone to come back from whatever a Darrowean might consider a vacation and try and relocate him. It never happened. Pity, that.

He misses violence, not because it's easy, even though it is. MM and Frenchie talk about it like it isn't. They even posited there was a time that Butcher found it difficult to do harm himself. They were wrong. He learned early on that there is little to no difference between protection and destruction.

Those aren't really the stakes he's living at anymore. Sometimes there are ice bees, other times the best the place has got is a slow-moving meteor that doesn't happen. Even on the streets it's a slow fuckin' news day. There's a car alarm going off a block over that people are yelling about in the dumbest feedback loop of noise Butcher has ever heard and that includes the bloody Spice Girls.

On the other side there is - upon inspection from over his shades - a bloke having a very casual conversation with no one around. It's fascinating. After a few moments of observing this painfully New York experience, he decided to do a thing he was much less likely to do in New York: engage.

"Oi!" Butcher calls to this twiggy lad, making his way a bit closer. He looks oddly familiar. "Heard you're new here. Welcome to the neighborhood. Hate to break it to you, lad, think it's you havin' a breakdown."
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[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-02-25 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Holy shit. This kid bears a remarkable resemblance to Klaus. This one might be close to half his age and his country of origin is clearer, but the hair, the face, the Slenderman limbs, down to the lad's height. Fucking eerie. Klaus hasn't told Butcher what his powers are. Maybe it's... this. Whatever the fuck this is. The lad doesn't seem to recognize him. Maybe that's part of it. Amnesia or Klaus just being a shite because he's Klaus.

Not much of this makes it to his expression. There's plenty enough that's amusing about this encounter without the doppelgänger element.

"Sure. Fuck 'im," Butcher agrees, arms crossed over his chest, amusement pressing deeper into his face. "Should be easy enough to walk away. Ain't much fight in a lad that don't exist."
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[personal profile] diabolicalcunt 2021-03-01 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Butcher fully rolls his eyes. There's a vague fondness to it, but that's more the face and the lad's opinion of the face than the lad himself. He doesn't know this little fucker and maybe he doesn't care to, but he's inserted himself in this situation and he must bear the consequences.

At the very least, it's amusing to watch the bloke be startled and dissatisfied by nothing. It reminds him of the time Hughie blew an invisible cunt to pieces. Those were the good old days, when he could chop a Supe up without feeling shitty about it. Being a - what did Starlight call him? A bigot? That was easier than having to scrounge for shitty jobs to keep him busy. It might look like ambition, but it's restlessness at best.

Hearing the lad's immortal isn't a huge surprise - most Supes where he comes from are. Hearing that he may have new powers is at least intriguing. He can work with that. A lot better than he can work with the time he refused $20 from a co-ed that needed a fridge moved up 3 flights of stairs.

"Don't know what your powers are, do ya?" Butcher asks, somehow managing to look both doubtful and interested. "How's that work?"
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It's truly fascinating, how everyone gets their powers differently. The more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense why Supes where he's from are the way they are. Holding onto that bias serves only as a comfort. This one's definitely a cunt, but maybe not in the Vought way. Not wanting to help a ghost isn't quite the same as, say, felling an entire plane of innocents for press interest.

"I dunno, lad. Might be missin' out on a prime business opportunity," Butcher posits. "Ghost therapist is shite. Solvin' cold cases like a genius. Tell me that ain't got some kinda ring to it." Was this the premise of a TV show? Probably. Butcher's got staying busy on the brain.
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"Well, ain't you a ray of sunshine," Butcher appraises, smirking shittily.

As he'd said a moment ago, that doesn't sound half bad as a business, and it's definitely better than getting too pissed to see every night and waking up a noon to try and figure out what the fuck to do all over again.

Judging by literally everything about this interaction, he's sure Irish Countryside Klaus would not agree.

"Immortality's a hell of a power. How many times you reckon you come back?"
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"So you don't really know you're immortal," Butcher reasons. "All you know is you died and come back. Loads'a human interest stories 'bout wakin' up in graves. Really, lad, not very impressive. Maybe you're an unlucky fuck can take to dead people."

He takes a step forward, his half-grin spreading. "'Course if you wanna test my theory, I'd be more'n happy to assist."

Good murder is hard to come by and it seems to make people so angry. If this kid wants to prove to one or both of them that he's got a better power than chatting up dead blokes, he's in a position to assist. If he's wrong, that won't really matter to Butcher much, either.

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