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paixaorpg2006-02-07 01:25 pm
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Morning Job Interview...[Completed]
Character(s): Vicious, Toshiro Hojo
Content: After meeting a guide to an interested employer and having to wait at the fortress boredom sets in for Vicious who finds his humour in messing with Hojo.
Setting: Muspelheim gate then to the Fortress
Time: Early Morning, Tuesday
Warnings: smoking, cussing, stealing, and general mischief
He sneezed sharply and sniffled once before continuing to pace just outside the Muspelheim gate. Several days into the city and he was still living on the streets, a life that suited him well as the rain didn't affect him. Or rather it had suited him untill he had become sick. The inspiration to get a job and get off the streets suddenly became a facinating idea.
It hadn't been much of a journey for him the rooftops in the early morning weren't crowded and he wondered if he had made better time than he had thought as he stood there pacing or was he actually anxious to be doing something. Anything to alleviate the boredom of living a fairly monotonous life.
The idea of actually being intersted in doing anything disturbed him. He had a temper. A very murderous one and it was likely to rear itself soon if he didn't keep his eye on it. He stopped pacing and knocked the ash off his cigarette to the ground. Vicious moved to a spot not to far from the ornate gates to lean against the wall. There he took out his journal and silently wrote a message while waiting.
Content: After meeting a guide to an interested employer and having to wait at the fortress boredom sets in for Vicious who finds his humour in messing with Hojo.
Setting: Muspelheim gate then to the Fortress
Time: Early Morning, Tuesday
Warnings: smoking, cussing, stealing, and general mischief
He sneezed sharply and sniffled once before continuing to pace just outside the Muspelheim gate. Several days into the city and he was still living on the streets, a life that suited him well as the rain didn't affect him. Or rather it had suited him untill he had become sick. The inspiration to get a job and get off the streets suddenly became a facinating idea.
It hadn't been much of a journey for him the rooftops in the early morning weren't crowded and he wondered if he had made better time than he had thought as he stood there pacing or was he actually anxious to be doing something. Anything to alleviate the boredom of living a fairly monotonous life.
The idea of actually being intersted in doing anything disturbed him. He had a temper. A very murderous one and it was likely to rear itself soon if he didn't keep his eye on it. He stopped pacing and knocked the ash off his cigarette to the ground. Vicious moved to a spot not to far from the ornate gates to lean against the wall. There he took out his journal and silently wrote a message while waiting.