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sirenspull_logs2012-05-14 05:08 pm
vinovidivici) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-14 05:08 pm
Entry tags:
if in fairness is how you see it end
Who: Amy Pond and Claire Stanfield
When: Probably nowish
Where: A street in Sector 4
Summary: Once again Claire’s beans have been spilled, this time by a certain 300-year-old child to a certain ginger space adventurer.
Warnings: Sass, likely mentions of violence.
[ On an unremarkable sidewalk in Sector 4 Claire is meandering along and minding his own business. Minding it more than he usually does, anyway. Dozens of new faces have turned up on the network and so far exactly 0% of them have been the babyfaced Camorrista he's been looking out for. It's been weeks since he noticed Firo was gone from the Port, and although at the time he'd been certain that he'd be showing up again soon (probably seething at being dragged away from his precious Martillos)... Well, maybe this visit to the Boarding House he ought to start packing up Firo's belongings ready to move into storage. The idea doesn't hold much appeal to him.
That sums up Claire's surprisingly meaningful thoughts as he stops outside a bakery and stares gormlessly at a pile of bread turtles in the window display. Their crinkled black raisin eyes reflect something of his inner turmoil. Maybe. ]
When: Probably nowish
Where: A street in Sector 4
Summary: Once again Claire’s beans have been spilled, this time by a certain 300-year-old child to a certain ginger space adventurer.
Warnings: Sass, likely mentions of violence.
[ On an unremarkable sidewalk in Sector 4 Claire is meandering along and minding his own business. Minding it more than he usually does, anyway. Dozens of new faces have turned up on the network and so far exactly 0% of them have been the babyfaced Camorrista he's been looking out for. It's been weeks since he noticed Firo was gone from the Port, and although at the time he'd been certain that he'd be showing up again soon (probably seething at being dragged away from his precious Martillos)... Well, maybe this visit to the Boarding House he ought to start packing up Firo's belongings ready to move into storage. The idea doesn't hold much appeal to him.
That sums up Claire's surprisingly meaningful thoughts as he stops outside a bakery and stares gormlessly at a pile of bread turtles in the window display. Their crinkled black raisin eyes reflect something of his inner turmoil. Maybe. ]