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discedo_logs2011-01-11 09:06 am
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This fact I emphasize with stress
Who:
Where: The shopping district
When: Mid-Morning
Rating: Eh...PG and up?
Summary: Jonathan is down to a set of cloths, and even that's not going to last very much longer so...he's had to go out and about to find something. Hopefully nothing he finds is monster related...
the log: It was cold, that much was easy to figure out. What with the swirling snow and biting wind, but it had been a while since Jonathan had actually had to deal with snow that it was almost nostalgic. Almost. If he hadn't been on his last thread of clothing, he'd probably be warm and toasty at the bar. Thinking of the bar made him pull the coat tighter around him and push off some odd thoughts or so. He did, after all, have a mission.
He stopped in front of a store that still looked like it would stand for at least a few more hours. It seemed to be a shop, one of those little bit of everything places. He rubbed the cold from his arms, peering through the broken windows to make sure the place really was as deserted as it seemed.
Where: The shopping district
When: Mid-Morning
Rating: Eh...PG and up?
Summary: Jonathan is down to a set of cloths, and even that's not going to last very much longer so...he's had to go out and about to find something. Hopefully nothing he finds is monster related...
the log: It was cold, that much was easy to figure out. What with the swirling snow and biting wind, but it had been a while since Jonathan had actually had to deal with snow that it was almost nostalgic. Almost. If he hadn't been on his last thread of clothing, he'd probably be warm and toasty at the bar. Thinking of the bar made him pull the coat tighter around him and push off some odd thoughts or so. He did, after all, have a mission.
He stopped in front of a store that still looked like it would stand for at least a few more hours. It seemed to be a shop, one of those little bit of everything places. He rubbed the cold from his arms, peering through the broken windows to make sure the place really was as deserted as it seemed.