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❛—There aren’t enough years, even in your lifetime.❜
Independent Raymond Leon of Andrew Niccol’s IN TIME
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“whatchu doin’ hea’ when i’m sound checkin’..!”
his upper lip curls ever downward as the lower draws up to fasten it to place. his set jaw is punctuated with an odd expression. surprise! oh casual surprise.
caught already and he’s one step through the door. she’s busy. with a nod of his head and expression set, raymond casts one small glance back. “oh- go on, i’ll give you thirty minutes. i need to ask you a few questions.” after an elaborate wave, a flick of the wrist, he inclines his head to her. maybe toss in another small nod. it’s been a while.
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I am still mad at this film but I am weak for that Matrix coat.
I kno.
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Reblog this is your muse has straight up actually died
Optional: they’ve returned from the dead
REPOST. DONT REBLOG
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:
THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:
TAGGED BY: stolen from @elliotaxx ♥ TAGGING: whomever is interested
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This is Raymond Leon of the film In Time. He is a complicated Timekeeper. Like/Reblog if at all you’re interested in writing with this character. He’s great. He’s a man of two (2) dazzling qualities. He has four hours of life and strikingly bad luck to share.
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That’s the way it has to be. I didn’t start the clock. I can’t turn it back. I keep it running. I keep time.
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“It is.” he answers quietly, passing by stiff colleagues. A formidable man still has the mind to yield a decent conversation. “What about yours?” The tense air does thin with a poor attempt at conversation, but he’s a man newly on the radar. He’ll have to pardon the stress that follows.
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“Poor timing.” He would have chuckled at the accidental pun any other day, someone else had beaten him to the task of taking out the unfortunate at his feet. Maybe it was a setup or maybe just coincidence but he was with the body and nothing to return to the Boss. Keeping still, Victor let out an annoyed sigh, “Would you believe it wasn’t me?”
Raymond evenly paces himself to a suspect and victim, stare downcast as he studies the scene closely. His gun drifts to colored asphalt while he encircles the body. He cannot take his words on face value until he determines just how the man died.
“We’ll see.” Raymond stoops down, bending a knee to take the dead man’s wrist. He’s been wiped of every second, and it would seem that thievery is the cause of death, and a presumed debt was paid. “Let me see your arm.” Regardless of his reaction, Raymond follows his request with another question.
“Did you witness anything?”
I’ve at last created Raymond’s biography. It’s short and to the point. There’s nothing about him that isn’t already known or explored in the film, but if at all someone’s unfamiliar with his background, it’s there to read.
Raymond thumbs across his phone, checking the time and the life he has left before he’s left asking for more. There are troubles he experiences with calls-- the connection and lack-thereof. With a few seconds to give, Raymond fiddles about with it. This fault is calked to the fact that his phone is not an upgraded piece of technology as the others.
It works when he needs it, and that’s all that can be said of it. It’s baffling to spend time truly looking further over every call answered, and with a long sigh, he adjusts his posture, staring into a device with a dull gaze.
“Hey,” Raymond’s voice is stale, losing its silken pitch with a slow, even approach. He’s speaking with a man not entirely on his radar. It would be indecent to explain that he knows of him solely from the occasional (albeit suspicious) observation of Grendel.
The Timekeeper does not offer his hand, arms folding behind his back to formally introduce himself without risking loss of his time. Gren’s a schemer when he wants to be, and first impressions are subtly made with eye contact. “Raymond Leon. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
( @hisband )
a hint of surprise glasses over the good eye – swims in the blue of it – and grendel, wrist-deep in his suitcase, gives pause. they’re not unfamiliar words in that they’re spoken, but unfamiliar in that they’re directed at him.
there were, after all, better people to extend concern to. people who .. deserved it, more. people who weren’t liars. murderers. gamblers. thieves.
people who weren’t him.
and even now, grendel thieves – steals precious seconds as he turns, slowly, to look over his shoulder, side-eyeing raymond like he’s grown a second head. he’s never known the man for his kindness; always assumed that ray was just putting up with him.
( gren clears his throat. )
“ .. i’ll be fine. ” real quiet. barely higher than a whisper, & just about as aggressive as one. “ are .. are you gonna be okay? ”
some deflection.
A sufficient answer could very well be a quip sadly bereft of humor. He’s not known for hilarity, and it will be a dry comment filled to the brim with sarcasm. Better than you, he’d want to tell him, but the joke is in bad tastes. When he’s in the company of anyone else, without a glance to their arm, Raymond knows he’s not well off by comparison.
Grendel’s remark breeds questions in return, and his head softly cants with quick thoughts behind. He’ll be fine, he says. What exactly does that mean? “I’ll help where I can.” it’s decided that he’ll ignore the question altogether. Gren doesn’t need a look at his time and he doesn’t need to worry himself over the facts of life in his line of work.
“What can I do to make sure you’re okay in the long run?” He cannot achieve the impossible, looking the other way when Gren loses his composure and lashes. There are other ways to offer respect where it is due.
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I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.