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snowblindrpg2016-02-09 12:56 am
bookofnope) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-02-09 12:56 am
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[log] At midnight, all the agents... [closed]
Characters: Beckett, Rydia, Angel, Rhys. And Dumpy.
Location Building 141/post office
Date: Day 84, evening
Summary: Beckett and Angel need to kibitz, friends come along. Probably something terrible happens to Rhys and/or Rydia does something scary with handcuffs idk.
Warnings: None... expected?
Somehow, barring about five minutes with a chocolate cake, sledding on a piece of rubble through the ice tunnel and towards the post office was the most enjoyable thing - scratch that - the only enjoyable thing Beckett had done in all his time in Norfinbury.
He hadn't expected it to work, but it did. He and Rydia went hurtling across the ice, wind in their faces - the freezing air was much sweeter as wind somehow, bracing rather than just cold. It was ridiculous, but that was what made it good. It used to be he'd do the ridiculous on a reasonably regular basis, or at least the daring. Adventure, if you wanted to go so far as to call it that. He used to do that. Before.
Only a taste of it, now, but it's enough to leave him in a markedly higher mood than usual as he and Rydia come up to the door. There isn't long to spare - even travelling as fast as they have, the day is very nearly done and lockdown awaits. They run the last few yards, tablets already warning, and burst inside. Minutes to spare. They make it.
Breathing hard - he'll never be used to breathing hard - Beckett leans against the wall just inside the door and lets his head drop back, gasping. But they've made it. They've made it and it was good.
Location Building 141/post office
Date: Day 84, evening
Summary: Beckett and Angel need to kibitz, friends come along. Probably something terrible happens to Rhys and/or Rydia does something scary with handcuffs idk.
Warnings: None... expected?
Somehow, barring about five minutes with a chocolate cake, sledding on a piece of rubble through the ice tunnel and towards the post office was the most enjoyable thing - scratch that - the only enjoyable thing Beckett had done in all his time in Norfinbury.
He hadn't expected it to work, but it did. He and Rydia went hurtling across the ice, wind in their faces - the freezing air was much sweeter as wind somehow, bracing rather than just cold. It was ridiculous, but that was what made it good. It used to be he'd do the ridiculous on a reasonably regular basis, or at least the daring. Adventure, if you wanted to go so far as to call it that. He used to do that. Before.
Only a taste of it, now, but it's enough to leave him in a markedly higher mood than usual as he and Rydia come up to the door. There isn't long to spare - even travelling as fast as they have, the day is very nearly done and lockdown awaits. They run the last few yards, tablets already warning, and burst inside. Minutes to spare. They make it.
Breathing hard - he'll never be used to breathing hard - Beckett leans against the wall just inside the door and lets his head drop back, gasping. But they've made it. They've made it and it was good.
kibitz more like ki-BUTTS
Angel is too softly-spoken for that to qualify as a proper squeal of delight, but it comes pretty close. She and Rhys have had a rough few days (who hasn't, honestly), but any trace of that on her face is obliterated by One Of Those Smiles She Does (tm). You know the ones.
She scrambles upright from her seated position on the floor by Rhys, narrowly avoiding headbutting Dumpy, and hurries to greet her very favourite grumpire. He's about to get a gross embarrassing hug when she reminds herself that there are people around and pride is a thing, so she redirects her open arms into an excited little armflap.
It is, of course, fucking adorable. Deal with it.
"Are you okay? Did you sled down too? You can use my sheet to get warm if you like, and I mean that in the least fussy way possible - Rhys, it's Beckett."
In case that wasn't perfectly obvious.
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He jumps when Angel sort of kind of squeals and lets out one of his own, though it's less delighted and more of a reaction to a sudden loud noise.
Oh. Just Beckett and company. He tries to appear more relaxed, unbunching from his tense, curled-up position.
"Yeah, I can -- " Squeak. Rhys clears his throat and tries again. "I can see that. Um. Hey."
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Angel stops before the hug can come to fruition, but he steps forward from the wall and finishes what she's started. Quick, but tight. Warm. The warmth of living bodies has always drawn the Kindred in, moth to flame. It's different now, though. There's something cleaner about it.
"Good to see you too, Angel," he says quietly against the top of her head.
Quick, and done, stepping back before Rhys can stare. In theory it's exactly the same stare - looks like Rhys, squeaks like Rhys - but Beckett knows there is a new scrutiny in his own eyes as he looks the other man over. And he imagines that Rhys - despite being Rhys - will notice.
"It's good to see you too." He inclines his head slightly. And this is the greeting you get, Angel's Aide. "And in one piece. I'm glad. Thank you for the advice on the sled, we've put it to good use." Just the slightest smile at that. Don't mind if it shows fangs, he can't help it.