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discedo_logs2012-04-21 11:44 am
crowsong) wrote in discedo_logs2012-04-21 11:44 am
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[A written challenge]
Who: Gin (in disguise) and anyone who crosses his path!
Where: Discedo.
When: After tge storm.
Rating: PG so far? It probably won't go much higher.
Summary: There is what appears to be an old man with an envelope. Would you like to talk to him?
The Log:
As of late, a strange, unfamiliar person had begun showing up around Discedo; he did not draw much attention as the elderly man's appearance was largely unremarkable, save for his rather long, unkempt beard, messy hair that hid most of his face (how does he see?), and his appropriately disheveled and ragged clothes. He appeared to be very short, but it was largely due to poor posture. He hadn't spoken to anyone, seemingly content to mill about the city. He had torn off a portion of cloth from his shirt, it seems, to use as a makeshift bandage for his right hand.
Today, however, the man stood with his arched back against the wall, holding out an envelope in his bandaged hand to anyone who looked his way, with a bit of an expectant, somewhat hopeful smile on his face.
Where: Discedo.
When: After tge storm.
Rating: PG so far? It probably won't go much higher.
Summary: There is what appears to be an old man with an envelope. Would you like to talk to him?
The Log:
As of late, a strange, unfamiliar person had begun showing up around Discedo; he did not draw much attention as the elderly man's appearance was largely unremarkable, save for his rather long, unkempt beard, messy hair that hid most of his face (how does he see?), and his appropriately disheveled and ragged clothes. He appeared to be very short, but it was largely due to poor posture. He hadn't spoken to anyone, seemingly content to mill about the city. He had torn off a portion of cloth from his shirt, it seems, to use as a makeshift bandage for his right hand.
Today, however, the man stood with his arched back against the wall, holding out an envelope in his bandaged hand to anyone who looked his way, with a bit of an expectant, somewhat hopeful smile on his face.