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discedo_logs2008-04-08 07:37 pm
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Who: Razer and Gren
Where: Roof of Marshall Street Apartments
When: ...Now?
Rating: PG, I guess.
Summary: Razer came here with a belt full of cigarettes, and has decided to be nice and share.
the log:
Razer was officially sick to death of limping. The pain in his leg was no more than a dull ache now, a throbbing hum just under his skin, but it was enough to keep him from putting too much weight on that side.
But he was also bored to death of just sitting around, playing with his cigarettes and flipping his lighter open and closed and fiddling with the bizarre little comm-device he'd woken up with. He was very glad that someone had taken up his offer for cigarettes, if only because it gave him something to do. That, and this was a fairly easy way to find out what kind of people there were around here. And a good way to see if there was anyone worth owing him a favor.
Up the stairs he went, up and up until he finally reached the roof, pushing open the door and leaning out in search of his nicotine-addicted quarry. "Hello?"
Where: Roof of Marshall Street Apartments
When: ...Now?
Rating: PG, I guess.
Summary: Razer came here with a belt full of cigarettes, and has decided to be nice and share.
the log:
Razer was officially sick to death of limping. The pain in his leg was no more than a dull ache now, a throbbing hum just under his skin, but it was enough to keep him from putting too much weight on that side.
But he was also bored to death of just sitting around, playing with his cigarettes and flipping his lighter open and closed and fiddling with the bizarre little comm-device he'd woken up with. He was very glad that someone had taken up his offer for cigarettes, if only because it gave him something to do. That, and this was a fairly easy way to find out what kind of people there were around here. And a good way to see if there was anyone worth owing him a favor.
Up the stairs he went, up and up until he finally reached the roof, pushing open the door and leaning out in search of his nicotine-addicted quarry. "Hello?"