Application: Harvey Dent/Two-Face (TDK, DC Comics)

[goodheadbadhead.livejournal.com]

The man who appears in the Sorting Hall is rather . . . unusual. Not just because he appears to be missing the skin on his left side, either. It's the way he's arguing with himself that takes him from disturbing to surreal.

"--don't care if you wanted to, I'm not about to get us killed because you're a soft-hearted idiot!
"Just because I'm not willing to shoot innocents in the face doesn't mean I'm stupid, Harv, I'm just . . . what on Earth is this, now?"

They look around themselves, frown, and spot the paper.

"Oh, this is stupid.
"No kidding. Alright, what are the questions?"

( Well, we weren't doing anything important . . . )

A time to relax ((Sock, Open RP, Yukimura, Jing, grounds, halls))

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

There was a certain cleanness to the world after the hard rain. The sun had dried the steps enough to sit on them without getting wet and Yukimura relaxed there, to one side of the doors, his back against the castle wall. Oddly absent was a bottle of sake that would have normally accompanied this idyll, though. His expression was neutral, relaxed, almost blank save for the habitual curve of his lips that made his expression appear friendly and open. He watched the grounds, his eyes taking in all the motion around him without seeming to focus on any one thing.

Many things were on his mind starting and circling around with the way this place changed relationships in short order. He wondered if it had to do with the place, that he was around people more often in the same location, or the time. Or was it that his own tendencies worked against him in such close quarters. Though, was it really against him or just in ways he wasn't used to.

He watched a boy in an orange long coat cross the grounds toward him. The boy's hands were in his pockets and he looked around with the same alertness that Yukimura had, though there was something more in that gaze. This was a boy to watch, Yukimura thought.

To his surprise, the boy crouched down before him. "Yes?" he asked pleasantly.

The boy smiled at him. "This place is more of a thief than I am," he said.

Yukimura blinked, surprised. "I think you have me confused with someone," he laughed. Though, he couldn't quite think of anyone else who looked like him.

The boy shook his head. "I do wonder, sometimes, what Postino would say if he came by. He knows more than I do. One day, I'll take that from him. I think, though, that he would say something about those things that are wanted being taken so those things that are needed have room, or something like that." He propped his chin on his fist a moment. "Or he may tell me something completely else. He does that, too." He rose, waving at Yukimura before heading into the building.

Yukimura turned to watch him go. "How odd," he murmured, his eyes returning to scan the grounds.

((OOC: Follow Jing in the castle or talk to Yukimura on the steps, take your pick ;) ))

owl to Billy Brennan

[superfraternal.livejournal.com]

This might sound wrong, and if it does, I'm sorry. I think everyone will be happier this way, though, than if I don't say anything. So. Here goes.

Would you or Dr. Grant, or both, be able to keep Chance away from the Sorting Room? There's currently an oozy unearthly horror being Sorted. It seems harmless, but so does Dr. Grant's trilobite, to me.

Thanks. I'll see you later, I hope?

- Simon