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maskormenacelogs2017-12-16 06:51 pm
the_admin) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-12-16 06:51 pm
Marutia Falls OTA
WHO: Harold Finch & Bear and OPEN
WHERE: Marutia Falls
WHEN: Later weeks of December
WHAT: Just a man and his dog
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any.
[ For the most part ever since his anonymous network message where he'd announced his intention to rifle through bank accounts, Harold had been keeping a low profile.
He'd had to ditch his original bolt hole and the makeshift computer equipment there and start anew. As he didn't have unlimited funds, like back home, it had taken him time to cobble together something to suit his needs and in the meantime, he'd dutifully attended to his government given job and kept his nose clean.
It was a boring life, but a safe one and Harold knew how to keep low in order to survive.
In all this time he had managed to secure himself another small hole in the wall base of operations and had recollected bits and pieces of computer parts until he had what he needed. The setup was currently humming along quite nicely, pilfering pennies and Harold had found himself at loose ends.
While he had no issue with staying effectively underground for days at a time, Bear had been incredibly patient with his master's enforced solitude and as such the Malinois deserved some time out in the cool, winter air. Cold weather was no friend to Harold's aches and pains, but he bundled up accordingly and headed out to find some of the parks and open areas in which Bear could run off leash.
He didn't visit any one location more than once, so it was possible to catch him all over Marutia Falls. So long as there was a park and room for a dog to run, he was there. Dressed quite fashionably in a long, wool overcoat, scarf and a fedora hat, Harold no doubt made a curious picture as he tirelessly threw a ratty tennis ball for his dog.
Someone really needed to introduce him to the idea of a Chuck-It. ]
WHERE: Marutia Falls
WHEN: Later weeks of December
WHAT: Just a man and his dog
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any.
[ For the most part ever since his anonymous network message where he'd announced his intention to rifle through bank accounts, Harold had been keeping a low profile.
He'd had to ditch his original bolt hole and the makeshift computer equipment there and start anew. As he didn't have unlimited funds, like back home, it had taken him time to cobble together something to suit his needs and in the meantime, he'd dutifully attended to his government given job and kept his nose clean.
It was a boring life, but a safe one and Harold knew how to keep low in order to survive.
In all this time he had managed to secure himself another small hole in the wall base of operations and had recollected bits and pieces of computer parts until he had what he needed. The setup was currently humming along quite nicely, pilfering pennies and Harold had found himself at loose ends.
While he had no issue with staying effectively underground for days at a time, Bear had been incredibly patient with his master's enforced solitude and as such the Malinois deserved some time out in the cool, winter air. Cold weather was no friend to Harold's aches and pains, but he bundled up accordingly and headed out to find some of the parks and open areas in which Bear could run off leash.
He didn't visit any one location more than once, so it was possible to catch him all over Marutia Falls. So long as there was a park and room for a dog to run, he was there. Dressed quite fashionably in a long, wool overcoat, scarf and a fedora hat, Harold no doubt made a curious picture as he tirelessly threw a ratty tennis ball for his dog.
Someone really needed to introduce him to the idea of a Chuck-It. ]