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Theo Crawford ([personal profile] sanctus_dei) wrote2011-07-01 12:38 pm

45th Resurrection


Theo tended to side with Sartre about that whole "hell is other people" line. But Kay had kept telling him that maybe if he made some friends, maybe he wouldn't be so miserable. But he's fine alone! He's always been alone. So why should that change?

Except that maybe, after 14 months in Mayfield, Theo could no longer stand the boredom that came with living in this town. He's exhausted his spell components that he can't replace here. He's read through all of his books countless times. He's taught himself a whole new set of spells an refined how gravity spells can be used - if he were at home, he'd have the attention of the magic community, and in a positive way this time. He had to do something, since his beloved necromantic spells are virtually useless in Mayfield.

But now he's done with that too. So now what?

He has nothing in common with people. He finds most of them to be stupid, ignorant and useless. There's only one person he gets along with in town. Ken Hidaka is the only person in town that Theo actually likes hanging out with, and even Theo doesn't know why. Most other people he knows, he just argues with, like Nina and Kay. Hell, he never even got along with his Servant, back when that pact still existed. Theo hasn't even talked to Gilgamesh since he regressed.

Theo knows he has to do something. He has to get out of the house, and find something else to do. Being left with nothing but his own thoughts, locked away in his study, was getting to be too much. It's really too bad though, that Theo is certifiably paranoid, gets nervous in crowds, is frequently drunk and is completely socially inept. At least he has his familiars to keep him company and cheer him on!


Theo Crawford: man about town. Here we go, Mayfield.

1) Theo's at the park, animal companions in tow. He sits in the grass, a large black and white cat asleep next to him on one side, and a smallish crow on the other. A larger crow is playing catch with him. Theo has a small rubber ball that the rolls over the grass, throws in the air or propels it all the way across the park with a gravity spell. The crow gleefully caws and chases after, returning it to his master. Maybe the ball and bird have come your way, or maybe you're just curious as to what in the world is going on here. Whatever it is, feel free to harass them.

2) Theo has the hood of his car popped open, and is tinkering around in the hood. He's in his driveway, book next open next to him. Self-taught in the art of care car, studying it when he first got to Mayfield, he's neglected it for awhile. Time to try again. Are you passing by? Have any pointers for him?

3) Are you at the bank, or do you work there? Theo does, and he's attempting to be helpful or interested. This translates to Theo sort of hovering about people, or near the watercolor or common areas looking awkward and uncomfortable. This is just not working out, is it?

4) Theo is often at the bar, but he's usually in a lone barstool in the corner, reading alone. Today, he is sitting in the middle of the action. Maybe he should talk to people. He looks lost. Why is this so terrifying it's only getting worse as the day goes on oh god. Oh, he knows! Maybe he'll buy you a drink. Whoever you are. Yes, that is what people do to make friends. Buy drinks for other people.

5) When he finally gives up, either getting too bored or distracted, he's coming to Ken's house. He may or may not be plastered at this point. Knock knock, Ken.

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm old enough to come in.

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hnn. That so? I guess the drones still treat you like an adult. [Theo plops down on a nearby barstool and orders a glass of wine.]

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
That's wrong. I just take care of anyone who stands in my way. Besides, Lancer is a bartender here and he would never stop me.

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hnn. Right. No one should be fighting their way into this dump anyway.

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Speaking of a dump...

[He pokes Theo's wine]

...are you seriously drinking this crap?

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
As usual. Cuz it's the only crap we got.

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Too afraid to ask me for anything?

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't know if you'd bother.

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
You never asked to find out.

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Glaring at Gil, he knocks back the rest of the wine in the glass, then slams it down on the bar next to Gil.

Then, his voice dripping with so much sarcasm:]
Then would you do me the honor?

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He practically bares his teeth in anger. You're lucky he's an alcoholic!]








Please.

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Alright!

[A jar of wine made from grapes appears on the bar and Gil slides it over.]

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Theo looks at it, back at Gil, then pours himself a glass, taking a careful whiff before he tries a sip. He doesn't trust you more than he trusts anyone else.]

[identity profile] kinpika.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[How can you not trust this face it's good wine really]

[identity profile] sanctusdei.livejournal.com 2011-07-02 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He frowns, but after a moment, takes a drink. If it doesn't taste terrible or immediately kill him, he'll take even more.]