∞ [ phone post ]

[fatespoken]

☎
→ ✆ CALL
→ ✉ MESSAGE
→ ✉ TEXT
→ ❊DIAF

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☎ text message

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

how can you tell someone's a necrophiliac pedophile, into bestiality?

☎ text message

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

when you catch them fucking an omelette.

☎ text message

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

does it hurt to say 'thank you for saving me from a monster plant, kate'?

: ☎ text message

[fatespoken]

Not charging you for the cost of replacing my door is thanks enough.

✉ FWD:FW:FW: TO ALL ANIMAL LOVERS PLEASE HELP US SHUT DOWN THIS HORRIBLE SITE

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

To anyone with love and respect for life: In New York there is a Japanese man who sells "bonsai-kittens." Sounds like fun huh? NOT! These animals are squeezed into a bottle. Their urine and feces are removed through probes. They feed them with a kind of tube. They feed them chemicals to keep their bones soft and flexible so the kittens grow into the shape of the bottle. The animals will stay their as long as they live. They can't walk or move or wash themselves. Bonsai-kittens are becoming a fashion in New York and Asia.

See this horror at: http://www.bonsaikitten.com

Please sign this email in protest against these tortures. If you receive an email with over 500 names, please send a copy to: anacheca@hotmail.com. From there this protest will be sent to USA and Mexican animal protection organizations.

[ooc: 8(]

✉ CASPIAN. WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN

[fatespoken]

You know they do that to horses too?

☎ call

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[Ring, ring. This is your phone, Amory. Unless you got some funky vampire ringtones.]

☎ call

[fatespoken]

[ ffffff, not a vampire at all. he will throw a fit if you even insinuate that. :| ]

Hello? Unless this is about work, go away.

✉ MESSAGE

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Chase needs your help. Don't ask questions, just go to him.

✉ MESSAGE

[fatespoken]

My help? What do you think I am? A fucking knight in shining armor? Go play king and help him yourself.

And I was just about to take a nap.

[anonymous delivery]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Left anonymously outside Amory's apartmentin a box with a note attached:

Made these. Eat them. There's nothing wrong with them. Just Cajun flavored.

☎ phone call 1/2

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[Certainly, the phone is ringing on his end twice, only for it to stop for a minute or two and then start again. It's clear that whoever's calling is not sure what they want to say if he picks up, considering their number shows up on the Caller ID.

In the end, the ringing stops period.]

☎ text

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

say what you need to say, get your jokes over with and never speak to me again.

SPECIAL DELIVERY

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Left for Amory either at his work or at home. A set of these, each cup filled with candy. Because everyone wants to get strobe sickness for Christmas. The accompany note decorated by a lion rampant seal says: You deserve a present too. - Caspian X]

→ ✆ CALL

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[RING RING RING. Please answer your GD phone.]

→ ✆ CALL

[fatespoken]

[ He takes an extra long time to answer; in other words, it has probably been ringing awhile on both their ends. ]

What is it?

~VOICEMAIL~

[mechanicalmice.livejournal.com]

Mary had a little lamb,
It had a touch of colic.
She fed it brandy everyday,
Now it's an alcoholic!

~VOICEMAIL~

[fatespoken]

Amusing.

✉ VOICEMAIL

[adamantined]

[Hesitation on the line, then Claire plunges in as she is wont to do.]

Amory? This is Claire. Call me back whenever you get a chance.

✆ CALL

[fatespoken]

[ He hesitates himself, since-- what other reason would Claire call him? Especially on a day like this. ]

What is it?

❊ GIFT

[never_very_good]

[Somewhere along the line, don't ask how or when, this has been slipped into a pocket of Amory's coat. No note, no explanation, no nothing. Enjoy it. Love, your BFF Frankie.]

✆ CALL; roughly 10 PM

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[ Ginny Weasley had left at the end of her shift at the Blue Light just a while ago. So it's curious that she's calling Amory so soon; it can't be that she's forgotten something again?

But immediately, one can tell this phone call is accidental, the call button pressed against something from inside its pocket. There's a rough jumble of noise, none of it vocal, but something of a struggle, ragged breaths. But even that is suddenly silenced in a heart-stopping moment, the empty air hanging for what seems an age, and then it's broken by a sharp gasp that sounds too painful to be simply surprise.

Then the only words are uttered, soft and cold: Dirty witch.

The phone call hangs up just as abruptly as it started. If anyone tries to call her back, it will read as busy. ]

✉ TEXT

[never_very_good]

you owe me dry cleaning

✉ TEXT

[fatespoken]

you're a soldier, aren't you? the laundry machine should be good enough.

❊OBJECT

[adamantined]

[The balloon left tied to the end of Amory's bed, while without a card or any real evidence as to who left it, is hopefully just as insulting as it is thoughtful. Though more insulting than thoughtful, really.]

→ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ][ THE FIFTEENTH, LATE NIGHT

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[The men's shower room at the city hospital is brightly lit and hot enough to cast steamy halos around the two water-slick men pressed into a corner of a stall. One, hair turned dark-blond under the spray, leans dizzily into the chest of the other: taller, closer cropped with lean muscle knotted down his forearms. It's Frankie Dalton, should you recognise him, and the man murmuring something soft and unintelligible to him through the spray is Princeton-Plainsboro's finest Aussie.

Carefully, Frankie folds an arm around Chase's shoulders and helps him to his knees. The video cuts out.]

→ TEXT][ ABOUT SEVETEEN YEARS LATER

[offortuity.livejournal.com]

What about homosexuality and the Roman Catholic church?

][text][

[eiremagic]

i owe you

][text][

[fatespoken]

that was a debt paid.

you saved my life.

✉ TEXT

[orangetoughguy]

hey, you doing okay?

✉ TEXT | sent 10 minutes later

[fatespoken]

who is this?

→ ✉ TEXT

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

thank you.

→ ✉ TEXT

[fatespoken]

Debts owed, debts paid.

✉ a series of friendly text messages [1/?]

[never_very_good]

hey, asshole.

[never_very_good]

you need to go to work.

feels like this world has slowly been growing upside-down

[hexuality]

[The growth and development of her friendship with Amory Felix is something Ginny has learned to question less and less as the years since their first meeting stretch on. Perhaps her self of a few years ago might be bewildered that they've come to this middle of silent understandings and brief conversations in subtext, but now, she's more comforted by it than anything else. Maybe because, for the first time in a long time, she has little to worry about here. Of course there's the constant desire to return home someday, for familiar faces to come back, the dull ache of departures or the waiting for more—but beyond that, for once, there's nothing immediately pressing and she can allow herself to have something of a 'normal' life around here. As normal as a life can get in the City, anyway. As normal as ducking out late at night to meet Amory at the bar after stopping by a convenience store on the way to pick up a pack of cigarettes as requested (and, funny, she's actually remembered the kind he favours).

It's been about an hour since their network conversation when she arrives at the employee entrance of the Blue Light and settles on a crate in the alley, tossing the pack of cigarettes between her hands and enjoying the summer night air as she waits. Why he's asked her to come here, she isn't sure, but she did offer not to talk—and perhaps that's precisely the reason.]

feels like this world has slowly been growing upside-down

[fatespoken]

[ The relationship between Amory and Ginny has always been one of friction, their antagonism stemming from the juxtaposition of two pugnacious personalities who forge their perspectives in steel. If two positive ends of a magnet are never expected to unite, then why does one expect spitfire Ginny Weasley and unyielding Amory Felix to get along? In certain ways, they are too similar, and thus they are drawn apart-- but as two characters left alone after a steady march of exiting faces, they need each other as reminders of the City's previous chapter. A reassurance that the time before was all for naught.

In any other place than the city, the two wouldn't have been friends.

Amory Felix is far from Gryffindor. A Ravenclaw, he'd claim, but more likely a Hufflepuff or even a Slytherin if he were having one of his dark moments. He's selfish and a coward, his self-doubt covered by a shield of impregnable bravado and cultured elitism. The spoiled child of a rich father against the youngest daughter of pauper family of witches and wizards? Antagonism was written in their blood.

But on this early summer night, with the slow prowl of humidity curling around street corners and against the back of necks, the backdoor of the Light creaks open and Amory walks out. His hands on his pocket, but his expression says nothing. For once, though, he doesn't plan on being caustic just for the sake of being caustic. Amory has a question to ask, a question that only someone like Ginny can answer. ]

Weasley.


[ He turns to look at her. ]

So, you're here.

→ TEXT

[hexuality]

i've got a question about trading with the deities and you're the only person i trust to ask. give me a ring when you can?