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paixaorpg2006-01-22 02:57 pm
walking-complex.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-01-22 02:57 pm
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Like. Studying and crap. [Closed]
Character(s): Vexen, Sephiroth, and Hojo
Content: Hojo goes to the library. HOW EXCITING.
Setting: Os Dias Sao a Noite
Time: Saturday Night
Warnings: PROBABLY REALLY BORING. Read at your own risk. :o
It was, unsurprisingly, dark by the time Hojo found his way to the library. The structure was much larger than he'd expected; in a place like this he figured the inhabitants didn't write things down all that much. He hadn't managed to lose the tall, silver-haired man yet, which was kind of annoyng, but by now he wasn't so on-edge. Nothing had happened YET, after all, so either he wasn't going to be messily killed or his stalker was oddly patient.
The library was nearly empty when he got there, not that that was at all surprising. With another wary glance at the silver-haired man that had followed him, Hojo dropped his bag at a table and set about looking through the shelves, hoping whatever they had here was in a language he could read. The gate lady spoke English, so he was hopeful.
Content: Hojo goes to the library. HOW EXCITING.
Setting: Os Dias Sao a Noite
Time: Saturday Night
Warnings: PROBABLY REALLY BORING. Read at your own risk. :o
It was, unsurprisingly, dark by the time Hojo found his way to the library. The structure was much larger than he'd expected; in a place like this he figured the inhabitants didn't write things down all that much. He hadn't managed to lose the tall, silver-haired man yet, which was kind of annoyng, but by now he wasn't so on-edge. Nothing had happened YET, after all, so either he wasn't going to be messily killed or his stalker was oddly patient.
The library was nearly empty when he got there, not that that was at all surprising. With another wary glance at the silver-haired man that had followed him, Hojo dropped his bag at a table and set about looking through the shelves, hoping whatever they had here was in a language he could read. The gate lady spoke English, so he was hopeful.