Amory Felix (
fatespoken) wrote2010-11-14 08:25 pm
∞ [ accidental video ] | backdated to sunday morning, before sunrise
[ Amory Felix sits on a kitchen chair, leaning against his arm propped up on the table. There's absence in his expression, a stolidity that Amory struggles to maintain, no matter what his appearance suggests. Blood soaks the right arm of his white button-up, decorated with large rip at the top shoulder. It exposes flesh plastered with dried blood. His hair, cropped-short, joins the bloodbath with matted clumps of hair. There's more, but it's cut off from the camera. ]
—the City, right?
[ ooc: Cursed with Road Not Taken! ]
—the City, right?
[ ooc: Cursed with Road Not Taken! ]

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[Pause]
And yeh even consider bitin' Frankie, and I'll pull yehr fangs out with me bare hands.
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[ His tone hardens at the end, anger cutting into his words, as much as he tries to retract it. ]
Eden, right? Your name is Eden. [ He remembers that, at least. ]
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Yeah. Eden.
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I should remember that. Feels like I should, at least. [ He pushes against his temple, out of habit. ]
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[ He's skeptical. ]
Who was I to you? A friend? [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Never made many of those.
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Maybe I'll be lucky again or something.
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Part of it's luck. Second's a habit of being a headstrong fool.