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londoncallingrpgNewt sat on a bench in the park across from the building that housed the small flat that the Ministry had provided for him. He held his suitcase on his lap, still wary about having it out of his sight for even a moment. This was a step for him, being out in the world at all. Since he had arrived here a few weeks ago from 1927, everything was simply too much. Too much noise, too much crowd, too much that was unrecognizable, unexplainable...
Sometimes he'd felt as if the world was not all that welcoming to him at the best of times, and now he felt like even more of an outsider. He was an alien here. And not only this, but the shock of going to the Ministry for help and discovering that everyone knew who he was. There was a portrait of him there. A first edition of his book under glass.
He watched a squirrel scurry up a tree. Once safely on a branch, it paused and looked over at him. He offered a little wave.
The latch on his suitcase popped open.
"Quiet down, Dougal," he said gently as he closed the clasp again. "I am not letting you out, not here. If you thought New York was a different world, you've no idea what you might encounter in this place."
The latch popped open again, almost violently this time, and Newt practically flattened himself against the case to make sure it stayed closed, then glanced up and around him frantically, as if afraid he might be caught doing something bad.
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Sometimes he'd felt as if the world was not all that welcoming to him at the best of times, and now he felt like even more of an outsider. He was an alien here. And not only this, but the shock of going to the Ministry for help and discovering that everyone knew who he was. There was a portrait of him there. A first edition of his book under glass.
He watched a squirrel scurry up a tree. Once safely on a branch, it paused and looked over at him. He offered a little wave.
The latch on his suitcase popped open.
"Quiet down, Dougal," he said gently as he closed the clasp again. "I am not letting you out, not here. If you thought New York was a different world, you've no idea what you might encounter in this place."
The latch popped open again, almost violently this time, and Newt practically flattened himself against the case to make sure it stayed closed, then glanced up and around him frantically, as if afraid he might be caught doing something bad.
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Date: 2017-10-11 05:23 pm (UTC)Felix paused, then finished, "I won't let anything happen to you."
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Date: 2017-10-11 08:46 pm (UTC)"I know." Shannon had complete confidence in Felix. "Felix, I-" He hesitated, the words catching in his throat as they always did. "I'll see you soon," he said instead.
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Date: 2017-10-12 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-12 03:14 am (UTC)Shannon pressed 'end' on his own phone and turned to Newt. "Are you ready to go?"
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Date: 2017-10-12 03:59 am (UTC)"Is that a phone?" he asked.
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Date: 2017-10-16 12:21 am (UTC)