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sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 07:40 pm
discretion) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 07:40 pm
Entry tags:
no one will ever know, flowers used to grow
Who: Franz d'Epinay (discretion) & the Joker (ace_of_knaves)
When:7/25 8/6, mid-afternoon
Where: Sector 8
Summary: Franz runs into the wrong person at the wrong time.
Warnings: Clowns. French boys. Violence. Death.
[Franz isn't exactly the type to hang out in the industrial district. He has no reason to be here, typically, being mainly engaged in his occasional classes at SPU and his political duties. However, he has a bit of a hobby and a money sink in his beloved bicycle. It needed some repairs, and dud to the rarity of the parts it's become a bit of ordeal. One of the shops in the industrial district has good prices and a service to sand and re-fit things. Sadly, he'd needed to leave the bicycle behind for the job, and now he's a little lost trying to find his way back to the train station.
It's an innocent enough mistake. He's looking at the region map on his NV. While he's not completely oblivious - he knows it's not the safest place in the world to be - he's momentarily distracted when his work cell phone rings.
It's while he's fussing with shutting his book-shaed NV and retrieving his phone that he bumps into a dark-clad figure.]
Oh - sorry! Pardon me.
discretion) & the Joker (ace_of_knaves)When:
Where: Sector 8
Summary: Franz runs into the wrong person at the wrong time.
Warnings: Clowns. French boys. Violence. Death.
[Franz isn't exactly the type to hang out in the industrial district. He has no reason to be here, typically, being mainly engaged in his occasional classes at SPU and his political duties. However, he has a bit of a hobby and a money sink in his beloved bicycle. It needed some repairs, and dud to the rarity of the parts it's become a bit of ordeal. One of the shops in the industrial district has good prices and a service to sand and re-fit things. Sadly, he'd needed to leave the bicycle behind for the job, and now he's a little lost trying to find his way back to the train station.
It's an innocent enough mistake. He's looking at the region map on his NV. While he's not completely oblivious - he knows it's not the safest place in the world to be - he's momentarily distracted when his work cell phone rings.
It's while he's fussing with shutting his book-shaed NV and retrieving his phone that he bumps into a dark-clad figure.]
Oh - sorry! Pardon me.