crowsong: Gin grinning widely, while biting a cigarette. The night sky behind him is tinged red, with snowflakes fluttering. (out where the bullets shine;)
Gin ([personal profile] crowsong) wrote in [community profile] discedo_logs 2012-08-18 11:17 pm (UTC)

[When he felt certain she was not being followed by anyone else and thinking her distracted by both her jogging and song, he broke into run, stepping lightly and diverging from his previous, mostly-hidden path to approach her with the axe drawn, ready to swing it once he gets close enough.]
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