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discedo_logs2008-09-26 12:53 pm
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Who: albert wesker(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reawakens), open.
Where: high school, unoccupied room.
When: friday, 09/26. late morning.
Rating: tentatively pg or so? nothing too terrible.
Summary: wesker obtains a cassette player with which he might listen to cher. .. or, you know, find out a bit more about that whole 'abandoned city' ordeal.
the log:
Controlled, even footsteps resonated through quiet halls. Morning met a tamer Discedo, and the recent addition of pouring rain marked no exception. Wordlessly, he'd ducked inside; it was a relatively long trek from his temporary residence to the highschool, and the dry air of the indoors was welcome regardless of the dusty scent what accompanied it. A few moments of searching placed one black-clad man in the adjoined inventory rooms, and less than that found him outside, pen and paper in-hand.
Albert Wesker, with suitcase tucked under arm and decrepit writing implements at hand, came at long last across his destination: a room, devoid of much but a chair and crooked table. His attention, however, was directed to the electrical outlet just under the table. In a single contiguous motion, an aged tape-player found itself out of an open suitcase and plugged into the wall.
That same black-clad man, coated in city-common grime and lingering rainwater, took his seat with an eager grin.
reawakens), open.Where: high school, unoccupied room.
When: friday, 09/26. late morning.
Rating: tentatively pg or so? nothing too terrible.
Summary: wesker obtains a cassette player with which he might listen to cher. .. or, you know, find out a bit more about that whole 'abandoned city' ordeal.
the log:
Controlled, even footsteps resonated through quiet halls. Morning met a tamer Discedo, and the recent addition of pouring rain marked no exception. Wordlessly, he'd ducked inside; it was a relatively long trek from his temporary residence to the highschool, and the dry air of the indoors was welcome regardless of the dusty scent what accompanied it. A few moments of searching placed one black-clad man in the adjoined inventory rooms, and less than that found him outside, pen and paper in-hand.
Albert Wesker, with suitcase tucked under arm and decrepit writing implements at hand, came at long last across his destination: a room, devoid of much but a chair and crooked table. His attention, however, was directed to the electrical outlet just under the table. In a single contiguous motion, an aged tape-player found itself out of an open suitcase and plugged into the wall.
That same black-clad man, coated in city-common grime and lingering rainwater, took his seat with an eager grin.