http://jokeralwayswins.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jokeralwayswins.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2011-10-29 09:18 am
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Midnight meeting

Characters: [livejournal.com profile] jokeralwayswins, [livejournal.com profile] nocathere
Location: The rooftops of Death City
Rating: PG 13
Time: December 25/26, midnight/early hours of the morning
Description: A midnight rooftop meeting. Because where else do you meet up?


The good thing about snow was that it muffled sound. It was also good training to keep silent while moving across it. Hisoka was well over the day. This 'Christmas' thing, while an interesting custom, had become boring quite early on. Now, he was enjoying the crisp air and quiet night as he perched lightly on one of the snow-covered rooftops. In the distance, he could still just make out the sound of partying. He stretched, the movement pulling at the scars on his back from eventful mall incident. Hisoka's lips curled upwards. That had been fun. A pity it had all been over so quickly. Leaning back, he gazed upwards at the weird looking moon, blood dripping from its mouth. It was definitely one of the more interesting things about this place.

[identity profile] nocathere.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The bad thing about snow was that it could come to be over his head. There was a series of holes in the snow leading up to a box-shaped vent. On that vent, a corner was cleared off, and a cat sat there, talking to the moon.

"Jade is so fun, but there are so many other interesting people here as well. I don't know if I want to stay here though. Too much changes, always changing. How do you deal with all the changes, Bloody Moon? But I guess you don't really change. You look different, but that's not the same thing as changing, and even if you change to look different, but that's a different change. Even I'm changing, the different change, and I don't know if I like changing, but I might like changing the change less."

He wasn't speaking loudly. He didn't imagine that he needed to. Something that big must have hearing just as big, and it really didn't matter if he didn't hear at all. He was talking to the moon so that he wasn't talking to anyone, after all.