#;elijah threads

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@ofeasterngate // you're looking for someone else.

'Cause, y'see, Elijah Reynolds ain't blessed by God. That'd be his brother, and Elijah knows that for a damn fact. He stands with the angel in a field of sunflowers, all faced towards the sun, but Elijah's back is to them, the sun, and Aziraphale.

"listen," he says, tilting his hat down to hide his face more. "i'm elijah. you're lookin' for isaiah, holy guy. unless you're here t'smite me or something, i ain't got whatever it is you want. i sure as hell don't got any answers on where he is. we's estranged, y'know."

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@ton-o-spuds // baby, i ain't ready to go.

'Course, no one ever is. Thing is, it ain't Elijah's time and both he and Irene know it. He's just been touting around a ghost for the past few days that Irene was supposed to take home to heaven, or hell, or wherever. Elijah didn't know the specifics. He only aimed to help souls with their unfinished business, no matter what that meant for them in the true and final end.

He flashes her a cocky smile, though, 'cause he can see what he's looking at plain as day. Hands go to his pockets. "y'just missed him." Meaning, the ghost who'd been riding alongside him until just about an hour ago.

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@blindsite // you're just the guy i'm lookin' for.

Well, kind of. Fox Mulder was just the guy currently riding shotgun inside Elijah Reynolds was looking for, in any case. Unfinished Business, always such a bitch.

"hey." Elijah grabs Mulder by the shoulder and turns him 'round. The smile on his face is big, eyes shadowed by his straw hat, the scar on his face somehow brighter than it seems it should be. "we gotta talk."

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@brokenfist // you ain't from around here, kid.

Elijah Reynolds is painfully American. From the little half smirk on his face, the hands in his pockets, the straw hat on his head. He's a southern American boy, born and raised, walkin' through the streets of Seoul like he owns 'em, not a damn care in the world. He shoulda got outta the states sooner.

"hey, man," he says to the guy buying flowers in front of him in line. His Korean is painfully broken, but he's clearly giving it his best effort, but the heavy southern drawl he's got makes all the words sound funny. "you got a girl you're giving those to?"

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@helpme4t // you've been on the run, girl, haven't you?

Those who've been on the run from something awful have a way of recognizing it in other folks. Elijah recognizes it in her in an instant, marked by some kinda something that makes it obvious she ain't from around here, nor is she comfortable in the fact. Nah, she's no transplant with bright eyes and hope for the future. She's someone who will always be looking over her shoulder.

He don't meant to be cryptic or unsettling when he glances her way and says, "busses don't run this late," as if he ain't also under the same bus shelter she is. "'sides, they ain't run in this town in near on a decade."

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@xflashbastardx // 2:22 am.

Elijah Reynolds checks his watch. He sighs and takes off his hat long enough to push his sandy blonde hair back and then settle it back down on his head. He glances at the person behind him in what feels like an endless line at some celebrity burger place in the food court in a Las Vegas casino.

It's the only place still open.

"2:22 am," he says, mildly, his southern accent thick. "the say that's some kinda angel number."

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@devilsloveeachother heard someone calling for help

He sprained his ankle. It hurt, but he'd been able to walk on it so Elijah had kept on walking to Burger King. He'd gotten his food, sat down, and ate.

Then he tried to get up.

He almost ate shit the instant he put weight on the now swollen to all hell ankle, but he'd managed to hobble out the door and onto the busy sidewalk. From there he wasn't exactly sure what the hell to do, which ended him where he is now. Half knelt all awkwardly in an ally back behind Burger King, bad leg outstretched, trying to think how the fuck he's gonna get anywhere like this when he sees someone down the other end of the little alleyway.

"ay!" He calls and follows it up with a sharp whistle. "yeah, you! c'mere!"

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@bobrvynolds heard someone calling for help

He sprained his ankle. It hurt, but he'd been able to walk on it so Elijah had kept on walking to Burger King. He'd gotten his food, sat down, and ate.

Then he tried to get up.

He almost ate shit the instant he put weight on the now swollen to all hell ankle, but he'd managed to hobble out the door and onto the busy sidewalk. From there he wasn't exactly sure what the hell to do, which ended him where he is now. Half knelt all awkwardly in an ally back behind Burger King, bad leg outstretched, trying to think how the fuck he's gonna get anywhere like this when he sees someone down the other end of the little alleyway.

"ay!" He calls and follows it up with a sharp whistle. "yeah, you! c'mere!"