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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:05:01 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:05:01 GMT -5
"People?"
*The thought had never really occurred to Julian. His world was rather...nuclear. Who else was there but his family? He shook his head, but then thought better of it. That other composer, the other...Eriks. The girl one. Weird. He nodded.*
"Apparently."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:08:28 GMT -5
"And you look healthy enough. I bet no one bothers you down here, you probably aren't in danger of accidentally running into someone you don't want to see. Don't have to pay rent, I'd imagine...probably doesn't cost much to maintain yourself down here..."
Probably doesn't cost so much you have to whore yourself out, anyway.
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:10:48 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:10:48 GMT -5
"No. It is simple enough."
*Julian's brow furrowed. He couldn't understand this man, so eager to leave one moment, the next assessing the merits of staying indefinitely.*
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:14:08 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:14:08 GMT -5
He was still eager to leave, perhaps not so eager to be alone in the dark. Or anywhere else, at the moment.
"Don't you miss the light? You know, fresh and, I dunno, the parks and such?"
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:16:23 GMT -5
*Julian stared at the man blankly.*
"I...have never known it. There is nothing to miss."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:19:36 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:19:36 GMT -5
"You've never gone above ground?"
He gave the other man a rather disbelieving look, cocking one eyebrow and lowering his head a bit.
"Then how d'you get food and other things you need?"
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:24:56 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:24:56 GMT -5
*Julian frowned, thinking of his trips above. They had been...exciting enough at the time, but...*
"Of course I have."
*The rest of the Opera was if nothing else.*
"I just see no need for sunlight. Evening air is just as fresh."
*And it's harder to hide in the light.*
"Everything I need...is provided here."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:27:22 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:27:22 GMT -5
"I see. You're lucky then, I suppose."
Grantaire pushed off the wall and shivered a bit, his thin and constantly dehydrated frame couldn't keep him warm down here.
"Show me out? Or am I expected to make my own way?"
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:31:58 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:31:58 GMT -5
((Yeah well, the fact that Julian doesn't need food kinda helps. *sighs* Boys...))
*Julian considered this. He had already upset his mother. How could he risk it again, not knowing what new sin might provoke Erik. Still...*
"This way. But you must swear not to return. The cellars will not be as forgiving next time."
And Erik might find you first.
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:34:53 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:34:53 GMT -5
((XD Food is overrated, or something...I guess? I love food.))
"I didn't get here on purpose."
He muttered, following, keeping the blanket tightly around himself and shivering, always shivering and getting worse. Like he'd fallen through the ice of a frozen lake and been dragged out, left on shore.
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:47:40 GMT -5
((I adore food. It's Julian's loss, as far as I'm concerned.))
*Julian shook his head as he navigated the twisting corridors deftly.*
"It merely isn't safe for you. For anyone."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:50:12 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 7:50:12 GMT -5
The little man kept one hand on the wall and the other clenched up in the blanket while he followed, grunting every now and then.
"Slow down..." he panted. "Wait..I think I'm going to be sick..."
And he was, rather violently.
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 7:57:05 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 7:57:05 GMT -5
*Julian didn't have time to respond, not that he had a response in mind if he had been given the opportunity. He turned up his nose in displeasure. Human bodies had some rather...unpleasant functions.*
"What has caused you to do this?"
*He was relatively sure that it wasn't done on purpose, but he wanted to reduce the chances of it happening again.*
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 8:01:41 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 8:01:41 GMT -5
Grantaire remained doubled over with his hand on the wall to support himself, still feeling rather queezey.
"I don't know. I've been in the undercity for days, and, you know, pretty damn drunk at that. Could have picked up something, all the walking in this cold with no rest."
He shivered again, wretched, but wasn't sick a second time and stood after a moment, looking waxen and sweating.
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 11:54:20 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 11:54:20 GMT -5
*Right. Humans and their fragile nature. Julian sighed. Why was this so difficult.*
"What is it that you need?"
So I can get you out of my house.
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