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paradisalogs2013-06-28 11:11 am
nothingtobelieve) wrote in paradisalogs2013-06-28 11:11 am
Entry tags:
[OPEN]
Who: Vcious & OPEN
What: People watch...okay, more like 'people studying' because nothing he does is 100% innocent.
When: Afternoon
Where: Random park bench outside the castle
Rating: PG at most? Probably. Will change if needed.
[Rarely would Vicious leave the castle in favor of it's far more cheerful grounds, but it had felt too closed in today, too much of a reminder of how they were all just captive here. The last of the castle's tricks had almost been a welcomed distraction--threat of being eaten aside, it had given him a practical purpose to turn his mind towards. Now that he was back, he was again reminded of just how little this afterlife held for him.
He did not particularly care for being idle, but idle time was all he had, here. In the interests of doing something that might at least have some practical benefit, he'd taken his journal out with him, and was now on a bench in the shade, alternately reading through all the old missives and keeping an eye on those who passed by his location. He'd spent a little too long just letting everything here flow by him without the proper attention paid to it. It was time to rectify that a bit.]
What: People watch...okay, more like 'people studying' because nothing he does is 100% innocent.
When: Afternoon
Where: Random park bench outside the castle
Rating: PG at most? Probably. Will change if needed.
[Rarely would Vicious leave the castle in favor of it's far more cheerful grounds, but it had felt too closed in today, too much of a reminder of how they were all just captive here. The last of the castle's tricks had almost been a welcomed distraction--threat of being eaten aside, it had given him a practical purpose to turn his mind towards. Now that he was back, he was again reminded of just how little this afterlife held for him.
He did not particularly care for being idle, but idle time was all he had, here. In the interests of doing something that might at least have some practical benefit, he'd taken his journal out with him, and was now on a bench in the shade, alternately reading through all the old missives and keeping an eye on those who passed by his location. He'd spent a little too long just letting everything here flow by him without the proper attention paid to it. It was time to rectify that a bit.]