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paixaorpg2006-02-14 02:05 pm
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Characters: Lady and Allen Walker [OPEN]
Content: Lady arriving in O Pastor for a place to stay
Setting: Err, O Pastor, just outside the gate?
Time: Tuesday evening, before Lady gets kidnapped. Yeah…
At this point, even without the cut on her thigh, Lady was about to give up on looking for anyone at the moment. Whatever happened to Dante, Lady was sure the stupid half-demon could find his own way around. But she would never admit she was worrying…for half-demon. At least she didn’t have to walk to this district, but Lady had missed Allen by a long shot. It was the cut on her leg that was delaying her. Eventually, Lady had made it to some kind of run-down hotel of the sort.
Whatever.
At this point in time, Lady had stopped in some kind of lobby, sliding off the holsters for her guns to take a breather and more to the fact the guns wouldn’t press in her lower back when she sat down. For the first time in many days since that damn tower, Lady was able to relax, letting out a loud, content sigh, virtually ignoring her sore feet and the throbbing cut. She made one more glance at it—no, it wasn’t bleeding. That Allen kid did do a fine job on the bandage.
Where ever that kid is, he better be okay…
Even Lady had to admit she was worried for her new-found companion. Gently rubbing her head, she was going to ignore the looks her cannon and herself got in the lobby. She wasn’t really in much of the mood to lightly snap at people…regardless of her temper.
Content: Lady arriving in O Pastor for a place to stay
Setting: Err, O Pastor, just outside the gate?
Time: Tuesday evening, before Lady gets kidnapped. Yeah…
At this point, even without the cut on her thigh, Lady was about to give up on looking for anyone at the moment. Whatever happened to Dante, Lady was sure the stupid half-demon could find his own way around. But she would never admit she was worrying…for half-demon. At least she didn’t have to walk to this district, but Lady had missed Allen by a long shot. It was the cut on her leg that was delaying her. Eventually, Lady had made it to some kind of run-down hotel of the sort.
Whatever.
At this point in time, Lady had stopped in some kind of lobby, sliding off the holsters for her guns to take a breather and more to the fact the guns wouldn’t press in her lower back when she sat down. For the first time in many days since that damn tower, Lady was able to relax, letting out a loud, content sigh, virtually ignoring her sore feet and the throbbing cut. She made one more glance at it—no, it wasn’t bleeding. That Allen kid did do a fine job on the bandage.
Where ever that kid is, he better be okay…
Even Lady had to admit she was worried for her new-found companion. Gently rubbing her head, she was going to ignore the looks her cannon and herself got in the lobby. She wasn’t really in much of the mood to lightly snap at people…regardless of her temper.