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[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ room filter ]

[ gil hasn't been in his room lately, trying to get out more. fresh air and all that jazz. anything to keep him distracted with recent events and the fact elliot really knocked him around verbally earlier.

he pauses outside his door, feeling something is very wrong. slowly, he turns the knob and pushes the door open quietly and immediately spots a figure in the dark of his room-- in his bed? so, he reaches for his gun and points it at whoever or whatever it is-- flicking the light open at once ]

[ sometime later. or before elliot. OH PARADISA TIME. ]

[ allen ]

Are you available right now?

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[imply.livejournal.com]

[it should be, but Elliot dared him to try and lead him around.]

He didn't tell me that.

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ oh vincent. but then again vincent threw a hissy fit when jack left. ]

He was really here... in the flesh.

[imply.livejournal.com]

[sigh. of course it figured that Vincent never gave completely helpful advice and such. he felt like he had to pry what little he did learn out of the other, anyway.]

From 100 years ago?

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ nods in response ]

[imply.livejournal.com]

Hm. [it made more sense that way, after all.

...but there was still that moment of pause.]

Before or after death.

[in the meantime, he opened the door and led Gil inside.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

After. [ he really doesn't want to say 'present time' because... well... ]

[imply.livejournal.com]

[...well. that certainly put an interesting twist upon things, didn't it?]

So then it's very likely that this place is not bound by life or death as it relates to one's own world as well.

[invokes.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Even death here isn't permanent. About three weeks ago now, there were several people who were killed by the Joker but they've recently returned.

[imply.livejournal.com]

What a place of irony.

[what a comforting way to think about things. it lessened the meaning of life and made it nothing more than a joke.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

More like a place of great frustration.

[imply.livejournal.com]

That goes without saying, Gilbert.

[invokes.livejournal.com]

There are people here who have been here for three years.

[imply.livejournal.com]

You're saying this like it's some great revelation. I kind of got the hint that it's really random about who stays and who goes and when it happens.

1/2

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ wkakjhfjse ]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

What is it you want to know then?

1/2

[imply.livejournal.com]

[imply.livejournal.com]

I guess nothing. [there was a quiet sigh as he pulled a cover off the bed and draped it over himself as he settled down upon a chair.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ takes off his coat and hangs it over the little couch in the room ]

You can have the bed.

[imply.livejournal.com]

It's your room. I don't wish to impose.

[invokes.livejournal.com]

Who said you were imposing? [ it's not like gil uses his bed often anyway ]

[imply.livejournal.com]

You don't inspire confidence otherwise, you know.

[he'll share the covers with you, Gil.]

[invokes.livejournal.com]

It's merely the truth. I've slept enough. [ seriously he holed himself up in the room for a week ] And it won't smell of ash at least.

[imply.livejournal.com]

[so instead of a corner of woe it was a whole room of woe? great. that better not be something that he can catch, Gilbert. because if he starts moping around and crying in corners, he's going to come back and beat you ♥.]

That's not-

...never mind. Forget I said anything.

May I ask to have you step out for a few minutes, please?

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ he wants to mope and cry but for other reasons. need nicotine. ]

Alright. [ exits the room but he's giving five minutes before he comes back in ]

[imply.livejournal.com]

[he really hadn't needed exactly that much time, but it was still nice. making up for having messed up his bed in the first place, he had made it up nicely for Gil and even put back the cover he had borrowed. on a slightly more important note, at least he was also finally wearing his own clothes. either way, he let him back in when he was finished.

remember about those blinders Gil? you're still wearing them.]

By now I would have thought that you would have understand and figured it out by now, Gilbert.