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maskormenacelogs2014-04-06 01:22 pm
fingerbang) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-06 01:22 pm
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i've been wandering in the dark about as long as sin
WHO: Pitch Black (closetshark) and Lust (fingerbang)
WHERE: The (not particularly) mean streets of Heropa
WHEN: BACKDATED A BILLION YEARS to whenever the first week for March assignments was! somewhere a few days in, probably.
WHAT: One of those billion logs where Lust and someone else walk around being smug and creepy while horrifying civilians! But this time, it's for the government.
WARNINGS: gross weirdos being gross and weird
[ I shall find you after sunset -- those were his words, and if he plans on sparing her the trouble of tracking him down Lust's not about to protest. Accordingly, she only stops by residence #13 long enough to change clothes. By the time the first hint of orange tinges the sky, she's long gone.
She sits on a bus stop bench near the center of town, wearing her real dress for once (albeit with a stupid light cardigan that's more for concealment than anything else.) Since the moon has yet to rise, the only light remaining is a dim, residual pink reflected off the bellies of the clouds -- certainly not enough to justify the newspaper that still lies open in her lap. There's no smile on her face and no frown, no distinct emotion at all. Only calm anticipation. ]
closetshark) and Lust (fingerbang)WHERE: The (not particularly) mean streets of Heropa
WHEN: BACKDATED A BILLION YEARS to whenever the first week for March assignments was! somewhere a few days in, probably.
WHAT: One of those billion logs where Lust and someone else walk around being smug and creepy while horrifying civilians! But this time, it's for the government.
WARNINGS: gross weirdos being gross and weird
[ I shall find you after sunset -- those were his words, and if he plans on sparing her the trouble of tracking him down Lust's not about to protest. Accordingly, she only stops by residence #13 long enough to change clothes. By the time the first hint of orange tinges the sky, she's long gone.
She sits on a bus stop bench near the center of town, wearing her real dress for once (albeit with a stupid light cardigan that's more for concealment than anything else.) Since the moon has yet to rise, the only light remaining is a dim, residual pink reflected off the bellies of the clouds -- certainly not enough to justify the newspaper that still lies open in her lap. There's no smile on her face and no frown, no distinct emotion at all. Only calm anticipation. ]