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discedo_logs2011-09-22 11:21 am
redcinemareel) wrote in discedo_logs2011-09-22 11:21 am
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☠Fourth Reel: QUACK QUACK RIBBIT ZAP [Closed]
Who: Grell, Adam, Makoto
Where: Discedo. In some park.
When: Before Wednesday?
Rating: R for violence, torture, Grell being her lovely self.
Summary:Adam is a sitting duck swimming in a soon to form pool of his own blood. Nuff said.
The Log:
The fog just didn't let up. In fact, it seemed to climb a bit higher, if only by a few centimeters. She took to higher ground to get a bird's eye view of the area. Few would disturb her up here, although she is a red beacon from this height. It was easy to spot all the parks and buildings, yet it was a sight to see how the fog could obscure most things. Was this low lying cloud formed on purpose somehow? It was unusual for such a thing to linger for more than a few days.
Grell closed her eyes and felt the wind against her face. Being this free was something she cherished. No troublesome rules to follow. No stuffy superiors breathing down her neck (although reapers do not actually breathe). Yes, this was the LIFE.
Where: Discedo. In some park.
When: Before Wednesday?
Rating: R for violence, torture, Grell being her lovely self.
Summary:Adam is a sitting duck swimming in a soon to form pool of his own blood. Nuff said.
The Log:
The fog just didn't let up. In fact, it seemed to climb a bit higher, if only by a few centimeters. She took to higher ground to get a bird's eye view of the area. Few would disturb her up here, although she is a red beacon from this height. It was easy to spot all the parks and buildings, yet it was a sight to see how the fog could obscure most things. Was this low lying cloud formed on purpose somehow? It was unusual for such a thing to linger for more than a few days.
Grell closed her eyes and felt the wind against her face. Being this free was something she cherished. No troublesome rules to follow. No stuffy superiors breathing down her neck (although reapers do not actually breathe). Yes, this was the LIFE.