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Czeslaw Meyer ([personal profile] undyingone) wrote in [community profile] spellgrinders 2018-01-31 11:09 pm (UTC)

czeslaw meyer | baccano!

A.

[ He remembered dying. He remembered lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Czeslaw lost count of exactly how many times he'd landed in this exact situation. Waking up in a bed was uncommon, but certainly not unusual.

Having the body of a ten-year-old was remarkably handy. He was an expert at using his age to his advantage.

After the eighty-fourth time he'd died, Czeslaw began to wonder if people would walk past his bleeding body if he were a little bit older. ]


Um... hello...? Excuse me...

[ Be bleary-eyed and speak with a hushed tone. That was the key to success. ]

B.

[ How odd. He could have sworn that was the door to the train's supply closet. Czeslaw scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He should have looked twice before hurling himself into the first hiding spot he could find.

Still, one did not typically expect to find themselves stepping through a door and onto an unfamiliar street. ]


Hmph... Just my luck. Of course it would be raining.

[ Getting soaked like a drowned cat was not how Czeslaw expected to spend his Thursday evening.

He crouched beneath a lonely building's awning. Perhaps the rain would let up soon.

Czeslaw sneezes. ]


E.

[ Who knew asking directions could be so effective at distracting the unsuspecting? Czeslaw turned the "cell phone" over in his hands. It was tiny for a phone.

How did people keep track of them?

(evidently, they didn't.) ]


HAH
too easy
like taking candy from a baby!
wonder how much this goes for
bet i could swipe another


H. Wildcard! Surprise me!

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