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discedo_logs2008-06-16 11:42 pm
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[in progress]
Who: Yamcha, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
turtletea, and Bulma, notpanties.
Where: The High School, Latimir Apartments (later).
When: Shortly after this thread.
Rating: PG? We'll see.
Summary: Yamcha's back on his feet and looking for a place to stay!
The log:
Yamcha felt great-- greater than great.
After a week of roaming about and around Discedo's very own High School, he was finally ready to get out. Finally ready to find a place to stay, make a name for himself, to help. The very idea was exciting, to say the least, and Yamcha was heading for those front doors with the largest of smiles on his face.
Bulma had agreed to lead him to an apartment building by the name of 'Latimir', which actually didn't sound too unpleasant. The most he'd really heard of it was that the rooms had things left over in them from old inhabitants; in the way of actually utilizing what was left over, it sounded a little like stealing (he was past that stage of his life; really) but he supposed it honestly wasn't. Maybe all he had to think about was what kind of 'stuff' he should expect. Toothbrushes? Soap? ...a TV? (Haha, probably not.)
His hand sat on the doorknob (a twist and a turn from the outside, he was).
He fleetingly wondered if Bulma would be packing guns again...
turtletea, and Bulma, notpanties.Where: The High School, Latimir Apartments (later).
When: Shortly after this thread.
Rating: PG? We'll see.
Summary: Yamcha's back on his feet and looking for a place to stay!
The log:
Yamcha felt great-- greater than great.
After a week of roaming about and around Discedo's very own High School, he was finally ready to get out. Finally ready to find a place to stay, make a name for himself, to help. The very idea was exciting, to say the least, and Yamcha was heading for those front doors with the largest of smiles on his face.
Bulma had agreed to lead him to an apartment building by the name of 'Latimir', which actually didn't sound too unpleasant. The most he'd really heard of it was that the rooms had things left over in them from old inhabitants; in the way of actually utilizing what was left over, it sounded a little like stealing (he was past that stage of his life; really) but he supposed it honestly wasn't. Maybe all he had to think about was what kind of 'stuff' he should expect. Toothbrushes? Soap? ...a TV? (Haha, probably not.)
His hand sat on the doorknob (a twist and a turn from the outside, he was).
He fleetingly wondered if Bulma would be packing guns again...