buildstherobots | [67] life's a game we're meant to lose

[phone]

Fine. You people want to play that way?

Enjoy educating newcomers by yourselves. I'm done helping you.

[And, true to his word, he won't be handing out any more letters, at least for the moment. Explain what he's talking about? Why in the world would he do that? Obviously the actions of maybe three people is enough for him to throw a tantrum over the phone lines.]

[action]

[Anyone who might see Dist walking through the streets can see that he's an absolute wreck. Not emotionally -- his expression is uncharacteristically stony. It's his face that's busted up, bruised across his cheek and mouth and his left eye patched over. Well, the place where his left eye should be, but that's not exactly visible. It'd happened a couple of days ago, but that's not quite long enough to heal fully, so for now he's just combed his hair forward a bit in an attempt to cover it all up.

He does seem to have a destination in mind, though, as he's walking particularly quickly.]

[729 Anderson lane]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]

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From:

nomorelosing.livejournal.com

[here's a Kaz, walking through the streets. he was on his way to the grocery store to see if he could make something salvageable for dinner tonight, but given his overall mood these past few days (unsurprising given the events of the past few days. almost feels like waking up from a nightmare only to discover that you were never really asleep to begin with), it's very difficult if not impossible to even manage a smile.

seeing Dist lends him pause, though. there's one person who looks significantly more unhappy than himself. not that he really notices until he walks right into the man, nearly knocking him off his feet.]

- Ah! S-Sorry...! [he reaches out to grab Dist by the arm before he falls backwards.] Didn't see you there!

Edited Date: 2011-09-23 10:53 pm (UTC)

From:

doctor-tyrant.livejournal.com

I sense... the bitter stings of ingratitude. What ails you, my friend?

From:

uranophobe.livejournal.com

Who are you, anyway? [hey, watched you get your ass beat. it was alright. 6/10, tops.]

From:

myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com

[WELL WHO COULD THAT BE KNOCKING ON KLAUS'S DOOR?

Oh it's just Dist. A very battered Dist, too.]

Yes?

From:

prpl_assistant

(Miss Pauling just happened to be walking around town. Unfortunately, a passer-by runs by and accidentally knocks her bag onto the ground.)

Ah! Hey!

(Whoever it is, he just yells an apology at her, but he needs to be somewhere urgently. Glaring at his retreating back, she takes a deep breath before she starts to pick up her fallen items. However, the wind picked that moment to blow a certain pamphlet away and across the street.)

Oh no!

(The wind snatches the introduction letter away from her grasp, and it happens to blow the paper smack into Dist's face.)

Oh, I'm so sorry sir! Are you alright?

(She hasn't seen his bruised up face yet, as the paper's sticking to his face due to the strong wind.)