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maskormenacelogs2016-06-15 10:39 pm
baetiful) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-06-15 10:39 pm
[CLOSED] your mind is just a program
WHO: Petyr Baelish and Bucky Barnes; later on Power Girl and Haen Hithiel
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: June 15th, early evening
WHAT: An assassination attempt, nbd.
WARNINGS: Violence, attempted murder, stabbing. Will update more if necessary.
[ Petyr Baelish had a few routines on Wednesday evenings. He spent time during the day managing the casino and at night, he headed to his gentleman's club. The campaign wasn't going to dramatically change how he ran his businesses because he needed to be able to fall back on them just in case he lost.
He didn't have a car. He didn't trust them quite yet, so he preferred to walk where he had to go. And it wasn't necessarily a far walk -- made shorter by cutting through a few alleyways. His stroll wasn't brisk or hurried with a sense of urgency. Really, Petyr felt much safer on these streets than he did in King's Landing. And so often, he wandered those streets alone.
When he came to a quieter alley, his eyes drifted toward a large laminate poster hanging on the side of one of the buildings. A smirk crossed his lips. At least this one had yet to be defaced, unlike some of the others. While this week had been odd with more than half the imPort population behaving strange, Baelish was proud of what he had accomplished so far. This poster only stood as a testament to that. ]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: June 15th, early evening
WHAT: An assassination attempt, nbd.
WARNINGS: Violence, attempted murder, stabbing. Will update more if necessary.
[ Petyr Baelish had a few routines on Wednesday evenings. He spent time during the day managing the casino and at night, he headed to his gentleman's club. The campaign wasn't going to dramatically change how he ran his businesses because he needed to be able to fall back on them just in case he lost.
He didn't have a car. He didn't trust them quite yet, so he preferred to walk where he had to go. And it wasn't necessarily a far walk -- made shorter by cutting through a few alleyways. His stroll wasn't brisk or hurried with a sense of urgency. Really, Petyr felt much safer on these streets than he did in King's Landing. And so often, he wandered those streets alone.
When he came to a quieter alley, his eyes drifted toward a large laminate poster hanging on the side of one of the buildings. A smirk crossed his lips. At least this one had yet to be defaced, unlike some of the others. While this week had been odd with more than half the imPort population behaving strange, Baelish was proud of what he had accomplished so far. This poster only stood as a testament to that. ]
