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discedo_logs2010-01-05 10:31 pm
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To Shelter The Enemy
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im_on_a_blimp, idkmybffyugi, morphinbirdboy/Open to anyone occupying the Mariner High School who'd enjoy greeting the newcomer.
Where: Ingles Trail -> Mariner High School Halls -> Mariner High School Room #s111
When: Several hours after arriving in Discedo and meetingmorphinbirdboy
Rating: PG13 for Language. Maybe Some Violence.
Summary: Seto seeks shelter in the building he appeared next to, only to find an old enemy just down the hall...
the log:
Enough.
Seto waved his hand at the hawk as if to dismiss him and turned away. This bizarre conversation was over. Snow was starting to fall and he could feel the cold penetrating his leather clothing, seeping into his skin.
Freezing to death was not on his to-do list.
The closest building nearby was a large establishment that appeared to be the remnants of a school. He could find no emergency exit so he followed the wall of the building around to the main entrance and let himself inside. It wasn’t much warmer, but there seemed to be electricity.
It was subtle, but he could hear the building stirring with life. He was not alone.
He made his way down the school’s east hall, his stomach grumbling. The smell of food lingered, but it was stale. Whatever hot meal had been served was now long gone.
Arriving at the cafeteria he sighed. His nose was correct; there was no food here today. He wouldn’t waste his time grieving over it, food could wait, if it had been here before, it was likely to be here again. Right now, finding a room for himself was his biggest concern. If he had no headquarters to operate from, it would be hard for him to prove the mutt wrong. Prove that he could not only survive in such a place, but rise back to triumph and distinction.
He pushed onward out of the other cafeteria door and stopped, down the hall on either side were a row of doors. All were shut but one, “Room 111.”
It was dark and a mixture of dirt and dust coated the floor, as well as a few broken desks and chairs that were in the midst of decay.
His voice carried down the hall, “It will do.”
im_on_a_blimp, idkmybffyugi, morphinbirdboy/Open to anyone occupying the Mariner High School who'd enjoy greeting the newcomer. Where: Ingles Trail -> Mariner High School Halls -> Mariner High School Room #s111
When: Several hours after arriving in Discedo and meeting
morphinbirdboyRating: PG13 for Language. Maybe Some Violence.
Summary: Seto seeks shelter in the building he appeared next to, only to find an old enemy just down the hall...
the log:
Enough.
Seto waved his hand at the hawk as if to dismiss him and turned away. This bizarre conversation was over. Snow was starting to fall and he could feel the cold penetrating his leather clothing, seeping into his skin.
Freezing to death was not on his to-do list.
The closest building nearby was a large establishment that appeared to be the remnants of a school. He could find no emergency exit so he followed the wall of the building around to the main entrance and let himself inside. It wasn’t much warmer, but there seemed to be electricity.
It was subtle, but he could hear the building stirring with life. He was not alone.
He made his way down the school’s east hall, his stomach grumbling. The smell of food lingered, but it was stale. Whatever hot meal had been served was now long gone.
Arriving at the cafeteria he sighed. His nose was correct; there was no food here today. He wouldn’t waste his time grieving over it, food could wait, if it had been here before, it was likely to be here again. Right now, finding a room for himself was his biggest concern. If he had no headquarters to operate from, it would be hard for him to prove the mutt wrong. Prove that he could not only survive in such a place, but rise back to triumph and distinction.
He pushed onward out of the other cafeteria door and stopped, down the hall on either side were a row of doors. All were shut but one, “Room 111.”
It was dark and a mixture of dirt and dust coated the floor, as well as a few broken desks and chairs that were in the midst of decay.
His voice carried down the hall, “It will do.”