Bullet 01 - Gin - [In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[There is a rather angry looking man with long blond hair, a fedora and a black leather trenchcoat, who seems to be currently wandering the streets, looking for someone. He is openly carrying his handgun, however, as though he's about ready to violently demand answers out of the first real person to cross his path.]

Comments

[stalking_horse]

[Oh bloody Hell.]

[If that wasn't a "confused new person liable to end in bloodshed" sign, he didn't know what was.]

[Well, it wasn't like he wasn't used to having guns aimed at him and threats made.]

[He's going to actually consciously have his hands visible - after all, he's not that far down the street, and it's pretty noticeable he's not one of the faceless "people" - and start walking over slowly.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Still maintaining gunpoint, there is cautiously taking a step or two towards the stranger.]

Alright. What the Hell is going on here? Where the Hell am I, how did I get here, and who's behind this?

[Not like he'd admit to being scared or anything, but this DID NOT LOOK GOOD and GIN DID NOT LIKE IT. Randomly finding yourself in a strange place with a bunch of lifeless pseudo-people is the sort of thing that's only asking to set off one's paranoia-senses.]

[stalking_horse]

[Siiiigh. He's going to walk until he's within comfortable speaking range without being close enough to seem actively threatening. And keep his hands held up where it was visible he was unarmed.]

[Honestly, esp. going by what he could tell by looking at the guy, being paranoid as all Hell was easily excusable.]

This is going to sound entirely insane, but you're the newest addition to a scattered mess of victims of a very strange sort of kidnapping. We're currently in some kind of mock-up of Paris. The normal location is a large manor-house with grounds blocked off from all exit. Nobody knows how any of us got here really, or we'd have a better head start on getting out. And as for the culprit, they're a nebulous personage that is apparently female and only known as "The Author", about whom nobody knows much of anything other than that she's managed to accomplish some mildly terrifying things with who she's kidnapped and kept here.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Pause] So, you're saying that I'm stuck here for God knows how long? Great. That's great. [It's likely obvious enough that Gin is still less-than-thrilled about it all.]

[And another pause, eyes narrowing slightly with recognition.] Hey, you're that international detective, aren't you? Son of the police chief?

[stalking_horse]

[He's comfortable with that gun and good with it, that coat's real leather and EXPENSIVE and well-kept, he's got almost as much predatory bearing as Shiki and has probably been in that business most of his life, this is someone experienced and not a small fish, used to getting away with things and has to be damn capable of doing so, and just recognized Saguru.]

[And he doesn't trust the author's sense of dramatics.]

[There's this funny little half-grin that crops up. It's actually a fairly normal reaction for him to having his heart decide to skip a couple beats, and pretty good cover for the corner of his mind that is now swearing like Nakamori.]

Aah - yes, I am; I have to admit, most people here haven't caught that. [Because they're not from the same world.] But yes, as far as we can all tell, we're all stuck here until either the Author sends us back or we figure out her game and manage to find an escape route.

And if that were easy, I wouldn't be here talking to you.

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Solving cases is tiring. Very tiring and Conan is ready to cut his losses and try again tomorrow. It's bedtime now-or past. So, Conan is heading back to the Louvre Hotel with his right hand in his pocket as the left one is still stuck in the damned sling-he's just about sick of doing everything one-handed.

He's thinking about places to look for Snape tomorrow when someone catches his eye-someone acting suspiciously and someone frighteningly familiar; Gin. Conan feel his little heart starting to pump faster and faster-this is not good. He can't stop and make himself known though-he has to keep going and at least get out of eye shot before even attempting to keep watch on the assassin]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[And there's a kid. Wearing red sneakers and a blue jacket. Japanese. About the size of the brat involved in the black hawk incident? Yeah, so following that.]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he definitely looks about that size. Conan uses his peripheral vision to keep as close a watch as possible on the man-why is Gin following him?

...Oh shit-oh Shit. It's okay Kudo, just keep walking-don't run- maybe you're over thinking this.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[This little game of cat and mouse could go on for a long while. But Gin's perfectly used to long pursuits. Why don't you try cramming yourself into the nearest foot locker?]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[...No, he's definitely following-it wouldn't hurt to walk just a little faster right?]

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[Vermouth is leaning against a near by wall smoking a slender cigarette-she watches her co-worker curiously before dropping the cigarette and stepping on it to put it out]

My, so you're here too?

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's a familiar face, if nothing else. Which is pure irony, given what her specialty is.]

Seems that way, doesn't it? When did you get here, Vermouth?

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[She gets out her cigarette case, taking on and offering the case to Gin if he wants one]

Less then fifteen minutes ago. [she lights the cigarette]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Puts his gun away for the time being, before politely accepting the offered cigarette, taking out his own lighter and lighting it.]

Heh. Guess you and I are in the same boat, then. What do you think the odds are that we'll be pegged as deserters when we get back home? That Person sure as Hell isn't going to buy this story.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

They'd believe me and through me, you. [she snaps the cigarette case shut and stores it away]

This is hardly the first incredible thing that person will have heard and believed. --I tried the mail address, but it wouldn't go through.

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[Nice was just rounding a corner when she clipped the blonde man on the shoulder accidentally]

Ah-! Sorry 'bout that

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Starts to mutter a "Yeah, yeah, just watch where you're going next time", only to pause and trail off partway through, stopping to turn and get a better look at the woman who'd clipped him.] ..Forget about it. Just be careful next time.

[in person]

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

[a guy with long blond hair and a coat. hey, that might be Soubi. He only sees his back]

Hey! Soubi! I though you were with Ritsuka!

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment to realize that the kid was referring to him. Turning to look at the source of the voice.] What the Hell are you getting on about, kid?

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

oops, wrong person. Never mind.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Gin is so very, very wary of this kid. This..somewhat androgynous-looking kid.--...Are those cat ears?]

...Okay. Whatever.

[And there's a turn and attempt to just keep walking. The kid was probably looking for something else, anyway. And he's not going to be thinking about how the kid's got cat ears and a tail. Not at all. As if the weird not-people in Paris and people not staying dead weren't weird enough - now there's kids with animal parts. Yeah, not thinking about this. So not thinking about this.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello catches sight of him under one of the street lamps. His eyes take in the scene, he identifies the gun, and memorizes his face and walk. There's something very Mafia about him...something that reminds Mello of his Hellish time in the mob. He says nothing, he doesn't show himself, but he knows one thing certainly, no good will come of this man.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[There's a vague feeling of being watched. Gin looks around, catching sight of what appears to be some figure or another in the distance. He looks straight at them, as if to silently point out that he's aware of their presence. And if it wasn't a person/just a trick of the eyes? All the better.

At least he can continue about his business, knowing that they know that he's aware of them, if that is someone there. Which means that he's less likely to be given any trouble if that was, actually, a quiet observer.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[No change in Mello's stance or behavior. Mello doesn't even nod. It's like he's part of the surroundings. They are both aware of each others presence, Gin can do with it what he wishes.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Heh. Not a flicker of movement at all. If that is actually someone in the shadows, they sure as Hell know how to handle situations like this - not backing down, but not starting anything, just sort of quietly standing one's ground.

The blond turns and continues on his way. If this were someone's claimed turf, he'll probably be getting a confrontation sooner or later.

In the meantime, however, he will be periodically looking over his shoulder to make sure that he's not being followed.]