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discedo_logs2011-02-01 11:25 pm
lutefisk) wrote in discedo_logs2011-02-01 11:25 pm
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Who: Denmark and Norway
Where: Marshall 301/2
When: 2/01, Late Afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: TBA
the log:
After several months of abuse one would think it was impossible for the door that led to the combined apartments of 301/02 not to have fallen off its hinges. Yet there it remained, creaking loudly with each push or pull to accommodate for the traffic in and out the rooms. And today it did its job like any other, protesting against the impatient pull of one of the home's members. However, the entrance itself was different this time around, the occupant slowly shutting it before sighing.
Norway leaned back against the door, exhaustion evident on his face. The Nordic was soaked, a mixture of melted snow and sweat leaving his hair limp and tangled against his face. However, he cared little to none about aesthetics at the moment; or at least, what didn't take priority right then and there.
Instead dull eyes were focused on the tattered remains of his coat's left sleeve, red mingling with dark blue as blood continued to seep into the fabric. It would take an afternoon or two to mend the damage, already making mental notes of the fabrics he could sacrifice. Using the door as leverage, the Nordic promptly untied his boots and kicked them off to the side before making a beeline for the apartment's bathroom, dropping the pistol he'd brought along onto the nearest couch.
Where: Marshall 301/2
When: 2/01, Late Afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: TBA
the log:
After several months of abuse one would think it was impossible for the door that led to the combined apartments of 301/02 not to have fallen off its hinges. Yet there it remained, creaking loudly with each push or pull to accommodate for the traffic in and out the rooms. And today it did its job like any other, protesting against the impatient pull of one of the home's members. However, the entrance itself was different this time around, the occupant slowly shutting it before sighing.
Norway leaned back against the door, exhaustion evident on his face. The Nordic was soaked, a mixture of melted snow and sweat leaving his hair limp and tangled against his face. However, he cared little to none about aesthetics at the moment; or at least, what didn't take priority right then and there.
Instead dull eyes were focused on the tattered remains of his coat's left sleeve, red mingling with dark blue as blood continued to seep into the fabric. It would take an afternoon or two to mend the damage, already making mental notes of the fabrics he could sacrifice. Using the door as leverage, the Nordic promptly untied his boots and kicked them off to the side before making a beeline for the apartment's bathroom, dropping the pistol he'd brought along onto the nearest couch.