Who: Mello, Alex
When: 3/2/21; one day after Mello's re-arrival
Where: The Sly Seadog Tavern, near the Harbor
What: Remembering Mello's previous time here; attempted proof that this is not Hell.
Warnings: None as of yet aside from language. Will change as needed



[All are the Devil; nothing yet has convinced Mello differently as of yet. But there's one person (thing) who (that) has made him feel more curious than the others. One who offers information that no one else has, and he's dead already, isn't he?]

[So what does it matter.]

[The water of the nearby harbor echos off of buildings and through alleys, and he walks with a King's grace even if his scars and defeat show differently. He's armed — of course he is — and fuck if he even knows what the girl looks like. She's a source of information, nothing more.]

[Breezes are wispy and cold — reminds him of Jersey City — and he tucks his black leather close around him as he walks, eyes darting all around him (and why the fuck is he bothering to be so paranoid?) until he sees the sign for the Sea Dog. He won't go in.]

[Not yet.]

[For now he'll just lean against a wooden outdoor space, wait to see the girl; he doesn't even know what to look for. Won't put his face on video; wouldn't take that chance. If she knows him like she says, she'll know him.]

[God, he's so hungry. Do the dead even eat?]