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discedo_logs2008-09-07 08:53 pm
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Is it a secret?
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prodigal_axe and adventlead
Where: At home in the Marshall Street wreck
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13 or R at least for Shinji's vocabulary
Summary: Shinjiro returns home after a day of repairing the bar. Also, Kadaj has something to tell him.
the log:
The last drags of sunset bled from the sky. The broken buildings ate shadow beneath the dimmer, star-pricked air, though the moon hid behind indistinct clouds. Shinji's footfalls were lonely in the ruins. Few residents of Discedo lurked in this mess of cracked plaster and broken concrete, and only one other person called it home.
His lips twitched. Even a simple smile tired him out. Between the physical labor, and the conversations of that day, he felt like a drained shadow of a person. His viewpoint hadn't changed, but new ideas kept flashing across his exhausted mind.
They couldn't break his rising cheer. Home. It always did that, but not alone.
He rounded a corner and over a treacherous walk-way, past a ruined wall. He clenched his knuckles at that memory, though the bruises had faded by now. New ones demanded his attention, but he would ignore them. Instead, he tugged off his hat and shook his messy hair out over his shoulders. Damn. That kind of manual labor made you overheat.
"Hey, Kadaj? You around?"
prodigal_axe and adventlead Where: At home in the Marshall Street wreck
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13 or R at least for Shinji's vocabulary
Summary: Shinjiro returns home after a day of repairing the bar. Also, Kadaj has something to tell him.
the log:
The last drags of sunset bled from the sky. The broken buildings ate shadow beneath the dimmer, star-pricked air, though the moon hid behind indistinct clouds. Shinji's footfalls were lonely in the ruins. Few residents of Discedo lurked in this mess of cracked plaster and broken concrete, and only one other person called it home.
His lips twitched. Even a simple smile tired him out. Between the physical labor, and the conversations of that day, he felt like a drained shadow of a person. His viewpoint hadn't changed, but new ideas kept flashing across his exhausted mind.
They couldn't break his rising cheer. Home. It always did that, but not alone.
He rounded a corner and over a treacherous walk-way, past a ruined wall. He clenched his knuckles at that memory, though the bruises had faded by now. New ones demanded his attention, but he would ignore them. Instead, he tugged off his hat and shook his messy hair out over his shoulders. Damn. That kind of manual labor made you overheat.
"Hey, Kadaj? You around?"