A Hand for the Sinking (OPEN)

[brianalunsford]

You there, on the bridge, where have you been? What’s your name?
And you there, on the wall, where will you go to once you fall?
You, lost at sea, do you need me? Do you need directions?
Hey, put down the gun! What are you thinking?
You were someone's son...

Not many people were outside that night.

They were all attending to their business; business, Fox supposed, he should have been attending to, as well. But it was one of those nights where he just really didn't want to face the shadows of his tent, the lonesomeness of the enclosed space. Even if not many people were out, around the camp fire, there were still people -- in his tent, he was alone.

And he really didn't like being alone for too long.

The man was in his human form, the form most people were comfortable with (even in the Cirque, some still cringed at his normal appearance), sitting by the fire with an open bottle of vodka in one hand, the other holding a small book with Russian scribbles all over the margins. It was his attempt at reading English and taking notes and stuff he recognized... and his failure at it. Anyone who could read Russian could see the notes getting more and more frustrated as they progressed.

"Gospodi," he grumbled under his breath, taking a swig from the bottle and glaring at the book. He could think of a million more appropriate words for his situation, but he wasn't going to utter them, not there.

[nightredux]

Reaver walked long laughing to himself, twirling his top hat around in his finger, pale moonlight shining down on him. "Ahhhh, what a wonderful night. Hahaha. Whooooo."

"Gospodi" a voice tried to mutter it under his breath, but Cly picked up just as if someone was talking normally.

"Ohhh, Russian. Must be that fox guy." Reaver slipped on his hat and looked for Fox. He found him near the campfire, looking over what looked to be a dicnotary and Reaver could see a notebook with words getting more and more angry and his eyes went down the page. "Hey, Fox, what you trying to do?" he asked with a grin plastered on his face.

[brianalunsford]

Fox cocked a brow as someone addressed him by his Cirque nickname, his mismatched eyes glancing so he could see who it was. Reaver. He had seen the other man around the grounds occasionally, was sure he had even conversed with him more then once, but couldn't remember them talking all too often.

Maybe he'd been drunk a few of those times.

Shrugging, the Russian cracked a crooked smile, snorting amusedly. "What is it looking like I am doing?" he said, somewhat teasingly. "Trying not to be idiot, is what I am doing. Not doing... not doing very good job of it, though. Eh..." He held up his bottle of vodka in offering. "Drink?"

[nightredux]

"Oh, yes please!" Reaver shoved his sunglasses in his pocket revealing blue and black eyes, and grabbed the bottle of vodka, and took a swig. "Ohhhh, strong stuff." he said smacking his lips as his eyes sparkled in the reflection of the fire. He handed Rurik back the bottle. "Heh, trying to learn to read in English?" he asked, getting a closer look at the notebook in Rurik's hands. "You have a few words right, which is good, just you seem to get very frustrated spelling things with three or more syllables..." Reaver pointed to a messy word on the page. "I feel like a teacher. So very wrong. Hehe."

[brianalunsford]

Rurik nodded, taking another sip of the alcohol before placing the bottle on the ground beside him. It was always polite to share what you had with a guest; at least, that's what his father had told him, and even though Reaver was around often, Fox would still consider him a "guest". He chuckled at Reaver's comment, rolling his eyes.

"But is hard, man," he said, shaking his head. "English is having letters, looking exactly like Cyrillic letters, but sounding completely different. And then everyone else is looking at me like idiot because all I am knowing how to write in English is being my own name. Bah!" The man clucked, deep in his throat; a fox noise that signaled annoyance. "Mne pohui."

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((Translation: "I don't give a #^@$"))

[nightredux]

"Well, thats wonderful." Reaver chuckled at Rurik and said "You're not an idiot to me. Heh, so wanna go for a night out on the town?" Reaver had been in the town feeding, bu he hadn't stayed long, didn't wanna be late if anything interesting was going to happen. ow he was very, very bored. Reaver grinned "C'mon, you have nothing do to, and if you keep doing this you'll go insane."

[brianalunsford]

Well, there was an idea.

Fox cracked a grin at the thought. He hadn't been out on the town in... the longest time, really; he just hadn't bothered, or he'd had no one to go with, a God knows going out wasn't fun if you didn't have a friend with you. Going alone was just awkward.

He just had to get ready, first. Throw on something a bit more decent, maybe grab his coat... And transform, then transform back to human form. His hour as a human was nearly up, and he couldn't go gallivanting around half-fox. He'd make the cover of at least ten tabloid news papers.

Fox nodded at Reaver, eyes glimmering. "Da, is sounding good, man. Just letting me be getting ready, eh?"

[nightredux]

"Of course, wouldn't want you changing in the middle of the street, do I?" Reaver played with his hat as Rurik got ready. When he came back Reaver said "Girls go crazy with a guy who has an accent. I think you'll have your hands full tonight." Reaver grinned and put his arm around Fox, leading him to that shining city.

(lol, I wanna hear what Rurik thinks of the city. Also don't have much of muse right now)