Late Afternoon [Warning: Drug Abuse]

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly is new to Fandom Town, and he's standing infront of his and Yuri's new Russian Cuisine place. Watching it being built, he sucks down a cigarette or two, yelling or cursing at the workers in Russian every once in a while.

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[chasingangela]

Angela has gone for a long walk to clear her head between ethics and criminology.

She practically drops her drink in surprise when she sees Jordan, then bites her lower lip and steadies herself. "I didn't know you were here," she says to him. Polite. Neutral.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly turns to see a red head that apparently thinks she knows him, he cocks a brow at her and blows smoke into the air above them. "And you'd be?" he asks sharply, he's really not this strung up but the workers were pissing him off.

[chasingangela]

"Oh, so you're pretending you don't know me? That is, like, such a shocker," Angela huffs. "I mean, I know you haven't seen me in a couple months, but I haven't changed *that* much."

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

This was surely getting interesting, either she was mistaking him for someone else or she really knew him. Crap, could this have been one of the girls he met years back while wasted? He shrugs to himself. He points to the sign above them that says 'Vitaly and Yuri, owners' and winks at the girl, she's pretty. "The name's Vitaly." he holds out a hand to her.

Hot redhead. Hot redhead.

[chasingangela]

Suddenly, Angela remembers all the doubles in town and feels very stupid.

"Vitaly," Angela repeats, holding out her own hand. "Not ... not Jordan? And your last name isn't, um, Catalano?"

"I'm Angela. If you really aren't Jordan. I mean, even if you are, but...." she trails off into a laugh.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

This girl was odd, but hot. Ding! "Vitaly Orlov. Ukraine." he smiles as she laughs, shaking her hand. Jordan? His parents would've rolled over and died before named him something like that.

[chasingangela]

"Oh. Jordan was from, um, Pittsburgh. Like me," Angela says, still feeling silly as she looks into the face that's so much like Jordan's. She looks for differences but finds few -- Vitaly might be a few years older and a few pounds lighter, and he's scruffier. But beyond that? Twins. "I've heard there were a lot of doubles around here, but you're the first one who's looked like somebody from home. Sorry if I sounded like an idiot."

She points to the sign. "So this is your place?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth had decided to go for a walk, trying to clear her head after the Student Council meeting, when she hears the cursing.

She spots the man doing the cursing, and heads towards him, remarking conversationally in Russian "Now, this is something I would have hoped for, and never expected."

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

"Hey, motherfucker! Don't drop that!" he yells at one man in Russian, sucking down a cigarette as he anxiously watches the man with a squinted eye.

Hearing a voice, he turns to see it's a pretty nice looking girl. "Never expected what?" he asks, confused look coming over his face.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiles, and gestures towards the restaurant. "Russian cuisine in Fandom. But the real question will be whether you'll be serving bliny like my babushka used to make."

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

"Pelmeni and Kasha too." he says half-mindedly as he makes a threatening gesture to one of the male workers again, "Stupid fucks can't work for shit." he mutters under his breath.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I think it's a good job that I've taken up running then," Elizabeth smiles, before turning her attention to the workers. "They're not particularly... ah, skilled, are they?"

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly shakes he head as he lights another cigarette, "That teaches me to never trust fucks from my own country" he yells in their direction, making a few spit on the floor and curse back at him. All in food fun, eh?

[yuriorlov.livejournal.com]

Yuri walks up from behind his brother to stand next to him. Pointing at a worker Yuri yells something which the man replies to with a nod. Handling the crates more carefuly, the man wheels it inside with the rest of them.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck, Yuri?" he spins and faces his brother, he's bewildered at him getting the man to do things right. WHAT THE FUCK INDEED!

[yuriorlov.livejournal.com]

Looking at his brother, he smiles and says "Sometimes its about saying the right things to the right people" and winks and sips his drink.

"So how are things brother?" He asks with a smile.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

He grumbles something in Russian like: Dolboj'eb, obviously calling a worker the worker a dickhead. He glares at Yuri for a moment, "Things are stressful. That's what the fuck is wrong with me. I could really use a hit though." he looks up at his brother with a hopeful look. Yuri's always helped him out before.

[yuriorlov.livejournal.com]

Looking at his brother sympathetically he reaches into his own coat pocket and slides the midnight snack he had been saving into his brothers aprin. "Just a small bit at a time, to take the edge off. ok?" He was always ready to help his brother out when he needed him but often he was more reluctant to help him when it came to things of this nature.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Grinning widely, he pats his brothers shoulder, "You're a good fucking man, you know that? A good man." he takes out the small vile and stares at it, that's a good amoutn to last him the week if he rationed it. Looking about, he puts a small bit into the palm of his hand and he snuffs it up his nostrils. Going lethargic for a moment, his eyes roll to the back of his head, "Fuck. You are amazing." he says in a high voice.

Like a kite!

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*passes by on his way to the hotel and does a double, then triple take at the man standing out front*

There is no way. He's *dead*, and thankfully so, Bagoas thinks to himself spitefully. Still the resemblance is unmistakable. He bows his head and scurries past, not wanting to engage this Hephaistion in any unnecessary conversation.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly is confused, as to take that as a hit on his character or just let it pass. He jogs after the boy, "Hey! You! What the hell was that about?" he asks the boy in a rambled tone.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*freezes* *turns, keeping posture respectful, but looking boldly at him*

No mistaking those eyes, indeed. But the voice was off.

*speaks to him in Greek* My Lord Hephaistion?

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck, man? I dont' speak gibberish." his face contorts to one of ultimate confusion, the boy obviously is off his fucking rocker.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*straightens* *squints at him just a bit* *realizes theres no recognition on his part*

*switches back to english, sufficiently sure now he's not back to mess up his life in this dimension too*

I sorry, sir. I mistake for someone else.

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly eyes the boy, he feels the drugs he had taken earlier coursing through his veins, "Fuck it." he mumbles, not even bothering to realize what's been happening to him here. Twice in one day he was mistaken as someone else, that's fucked up.