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discedo_logs2008-11-16 02:56 pm
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Complete log!
Who: Giriko ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
giri_giriko and Johnny Sfondi skybound_love
Where: Some alleyway off of Ingles Trail.
When: Very early morning, 16th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pending aid, Giriko has himself a sleep after being nearly torn apart by a pack of wild dog... monsters.
the log:
Just as described, Giriko had climbed up a fire escape in order to seek haven from being hunted down. Those dogs were apparently in hiding or gone… hard to tell at the moment. As for Giriko himself… he’d fallen fast asleep, as if sleeping outside was the most natural thing in the world. Anyone out in the street could hear him snoring—not too much unlike a buzzsaw. He kept himself propped up against the railing and had covered himself up with his jacket.
Those wounds he’d acquired were mostly on his legs… blood had seeped through his jeans; but he had kept his legs propped up on a nearby windowsill, and the bleeding had ceased some time ago. His left forearm was torn up pretty well, but that was covered up by his jacket at the moment.
giri_giriko and Johnny Sfondi skybound_loveWhere: Some alleyway off of Ingles Trail.
When: Very early morning, 16th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pending aid, Giriko has himself a sleep after being nearly torn apart by a pack of wild dog... monsters.
the log:
Just as described, Giriko had climbed up a fire escape in order to seek haven from being hunted down. Those dogs were apparently in hiding or gone… hard to tell at the moment. As for Giriko himself… he’d fallen fast asleep, as if sleeping outside was the most natural thing in the world. Anyone out in the street could hear him snoring—not too much unlike a buzzsaw. He kept himself propped up against the railing and had covered himself up with his jacket.
Those wounds he’d acquired were mostly on his legs… blood had seeped through his jeans; but he had kept his legs propped up on a nearby windowsill, and the bleeding had ceased some time ago. His left forearm was torn up pretty well, but that was covered up by his jacket at the moment.