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maskormenacelogs2014-09-21 07:33 pm
lackey) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-09-21 07:33 pm
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[closed] this kid has like twenty fathers now
WHO: Jayden Zharkov (immigrantpunk), Mike Parker (lackey)
WHERE: Heropa Residence #012
WHEN: September 14th,5pm 6pm 7pm
WHAT: "Snack" delivery.
WARNINGS: Drug dealing, language
[Mike Parker arrives at Heropa Residence #12 two hours late.
He might have underestimated how long it would take to get out of work, reach De Chima's Porter, hop on over to Heropa, rent a car, pick up the "snacks" from the other guy working for his employer's employer, and then finally drive over to the house.
He might not have thought about how long it would take at all.
He definitely needs to streamline this process some if he's going to be selling around Heropa in the future. Get an apartment and a car down here or something.
Mike parks his cheap rental car down the street and sits for a minute, just checking the neighborhood out. No cop cars, no suspicious cop-like folks loitering around...
No dinosaurs...
He's more worried about getting eaten here than he is getting busted.
Taking care not to make any dinosaur-attracting movements, Mike exits the vehicle and walks the rest of the way to the house. He's walking pretty fast. He's really kind of hauling ass - at a walk. Dinosaurs. Dinosaur, not plural. Doesn't need to be plural. It's not even like one of those plant-eating dinosaurs, it's a raptor. (He saw that movie, man. He knows raptors.)
Mike knocks hard when he reaches the front door and then shoves his hands into his pockets to wait.
Open the door, kid, open the door open it right now that bush to his left looks like just the kind of bush a raptor would hide in to ambush his prey.]
immigrantpunk), Mike Parker (lackey)WHERE: Heropa Residence #012
WHEN: September 14th,
WHAT: "Snack" delivery.
WARNINGS: Drug dealing, language
[Mike Parker arrives at Heropa Residence #12 two hours late.
He might have underestimated how long it would take to get out of work, reach De Chima's Porter, hop on over to Heropa, rent a car, pick up the "snacks" from the other guy working for his employer's employer, and then finally drive over to the house.
He might not have thought about how long it would take at all.
He definitely needs to streamline this process some if he's going to be selling around Heropa in the future. Get an apartment and a car down here or something.
Mike parks his cheap rental car down the street and sits for a minute, just checking the neighborhood out. No cop cars, no suspicious cop-like folks loitering around...
No dinosaurs...
He's more worried about getting eaten here than he is getting busted.
Taking care not to make any dinosaur-attracting movements, Mike exits the vehicle and walks the rest of the way to the house. He's walking pretty fast. He's really kind of hauling ass - at a walk. Dinosaurs. Dinosaur, not plural. Doesn't need to be plural. It's not even like one of those plant-eating dinosaurs, it's a raptor. (He saw that movie, man. He knows raptors.)
Mike knocks hard when he reaches the front door and then shoves his hands into his pockets to wait.
Open the door, kid, open the door open it right now that bush to his left looks like just the kind of bush a raptor would hide in to ambush his prey.]