Theo Crawford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sanctus_dei) wrote2011-04-03 09:55 pm
sanctus_dei) wrote2011-04-03 09:55 pm
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40th Resurrection
[Mail call! Theo's at the mail box on his way home when he notices there's been a delivery. Inside is a small envelope with his name on it. Great, more bullshit from home, he thinks. Whatever it is, is small and most likely metal.
He takes it inside and opens it at the kitchen. Out of it falls a small .38 caliber bullet which clatters to the table. Looking at it closely, it's smeared with blood. Theo stares at it blankly. He immediately knows what it is.]
You sick sons of bitches...
[Family members are free to come across this scene.
Later, Theo can be found walking around town, glad the weather is finally warming up. He's looking rather sullen, but accompanying are his two crow familiars. One flies ahead, or slowly around him, and the other sits on his shoulder. He's also talking aloud to them, and they chatter back.]
No, I really can't explain it. I missed a lot of it. There was a highway, and then a robot, and... no, you're not going out to the highway. There's nothing there.
Except maybe bears.
[Approach/accost/etc?]
He takes it inside and opens it at the kitchen. Out of it falls a small .38 caliber bullet which clatters to the table. Looking at it closely, it's smeared with blood. Theo stares at it blankly. He immediately knows what it is.]
You sick sons of bitches...
[Family members are free to come across this scene.
Later, Theo can be found walking around town, glad the weather is finally warming up. He's looking rather sullen, but accompanying are his two crow familiars. One flies ahead, or slowly around him, and the other sits on his shoulder. He's also talking aloud to them, and they chatter back.]
No, I really can't explain it. I missed a lot of it. There was a highway, and then a robot, and... no, you're not going out to the highway. There's nothing there.
Except maybe bears.
[Approach/accost/etc?]
no worries, i will backtag forever!
...Hnn. What.
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...it's nothing.
I see you're back to normal.
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[Great, another gun. She seems upset about it, too.] As I said, sick jokes.
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The FBI.
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Do you really want to know? I mean it. Do you?
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[He quickly steps out of the room, into his study, and returns a moment later. He shoves a rumpled newspaper at her that he's not even sure why he's kept it.
It's a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle, dated December 19, 1948. This (http://sanctusdei.livejournal.com/6326.html) is what it details (http://sanctusdei.livejournal.com/6326.html?thread=353974#t353974). And he will stand there and wait, emotionless, as she reads it.}
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Yes.
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A goddamn waste of space by the name of Ed Greyson. So infamous and goddamn special that he spent four years ignoring me completely and treating me like I would never get anywhere with magic. Shows what he fucking knows.
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I did it to prove a point! But it... it got completely out of my hands, and it turned out there was some spellcasters out there on to me. It didn't last long, and I paid my price.
make that hundreds ;D
[Surprisingly, that's what looks to be some honest regret on Theo's face.]
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