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thecapitol2014-02-15 12:01 am
youbarium) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-15 12:01 am
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hey I just met you and this is crazy [closed]
Who| Carlos and Cecil
What| ...he's totally calling.
Where| The Tribute center and Cecil's apartment, since this is a phone conversation.
When| Week 4, around nine or ten on Wednesday morning.
Warnings/Notes| Cecil is a sixteen-year-old girl.
Carlos picked up the receiver of the public phone and stared at the sleek, modern keypad. He glanced over his shoulder -- this wasn't a phone call he particularly wanted witnessed. Not because he planned to do anything particularly scandalous, no: it was just the principle of the thing. Him, fresh out of the Arena, calling someone who had publicly declared interest in him -- it didn't matter that Carlos's intentions were completely impersonal and unromantic, he knew what it looked like.
But, reassured that he was alone, Carlos dialed the number that he had, in fact, memorized. He held the receiver to his ear and listened to it ring, waiting.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting, not after Kevin -- which was something he still didn't want to think about, even after a good night's sleep. If Carlos was hoping for anything, it was that this Cecil was his Cecil, the familiar one from Night Vale, who had simply gotten here before Carlos and would be able to tell him something useful about this place. But really, Carlos doesn't know who will pick up the phone, so he stands there, keeping his breaths even and his mind clear.
What| ...he's totally calling.
Where| The Tribute center and Cecil's apartment, since this is a phone conversation.
When| Week 4, around nine or ten on Wednesday morning.
Warnings/Notes| Cecil is a sixteen-year-old girl.
Carlos picked up the receiver of the public phone and stared at the sleek, modern keypad. He glanced over his shoulder -- this wasn't a phone call he particularly wanted witnessed. Not because he planned to do anything particularly scandalous, no: it was just the principle of the thing. Him, fresh out of the Arena, calling someone who had publicly declared interest in him -- it didn't matter that Carlos's intentions were completely impersonal and unromantic, he knew what it looked like.
But, reassured that he was alone, Carlos dialed the number that he had, in fact, memorized. He held the receiver to his ear and listened to it ring, waiting.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting, not after Kevin -- which was something he still didn't want to think about, even after a good night's sleep. If Carlos was hoping for anything, it was that this Cecil was his Cecil, the familiar one from Night Vale, who had simply gotten here before Carlos and would be able to tell him something useful about this place. But really, Carlos doesn't know who will pick up the phone, so he stands there, keeping his breaths even and his mind clear.