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Date: June 20 2011 [negotiable]Setting:Halifax, by the sea. Time: Noon Requested Participants: one only Thread Direction:Nothing sexual nor horribly violent Ideal Participant Speed: 1-2 days would be perfect, looking for a quick easy spree Ideal Thread Length: Medium to short |
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I really need a lot of posts in the next 10 days with Strel. So. lots of posties here would be nice. Casual fun would be great or a violent encounter that doesn't end in mauling.
Strel adjusted the dark glasses on his face again, wondering how he was supposed to keep the pair on his face. The humans had their ears placed in such a lovely way; sunglasses stayed on their faces rather than slipped down and rubbed an edge against their eyes. Wincing for maybe the fourth time, the redhead pulled the scavenged pair off his nose and rubbed at his eye roughly. Oh, he was irritated that this was so much harder than he thought at first. This had been a business venture to the city; he was looking for more cloth and had found a department store with an entire men's section still relatively intact. He had been forced to tie a huge bundle with a blanket and ties with the clothes in the middle. Plenty more had been left behind.
It was just past high noon, and the redhead stopped by the waterline. It was a good ten feet down to the water, so the tailor felt safe that he would not get splashed by the salty spray. But it was close enough to be cooling. After hauling the stupid bundle halfway across town, Strel felt his lazy tendencies take over as he passed by the sea-side street of the city. He had plopped down the bundle and then laid back against it, practicing with the shades. Other luperci had worn them but the subtle art was definitely evading him.
"Stupid effing things," he cursed as he rocked out a bottle from the cloth sack. With his teeth, he popped the top off the bottle of vodka, spitting the cork into his hand. Grip tight on the cork, the redhead took a quick drink of the vodka. Promptly closing it, it found a place at his side. Sliding down the sack a tad, Strel gave a sigh of relief and propped the sunglasses on the bridge of his knows as he stared at the ocean on and off, feeling the sun on his fur warming his skin beneath.
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