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towerofanimus2011-08-11 01:03 pm
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No Chance to Take It Back
Characters: Fawkes and anyone else
Setting: Dorms or Hallways
Format: Starting prose will match if action is preferred.
Summary: Fawkes wakes up, Fawkes wanders the hall and hits his head on things.
Warnings: Mild swearing, senseless-yet-accidental bed frame destruction.
Dorms:
During that brief period of sleep paralysis - which Fawkes had no idea what it was - there was a creaking, groaning sound that eventually gave way into a crash as the frame of Fawkes' bed broke.
Not that he could completely fit on the thing anyway, given his size.
--
Hallways:
Fawkes was out and about, to a degree - he'd managed to read the letter, and promptly disregarded it. He knew the world had been blown to a wasteland already. Someone saw fit to 'rescue' him from it, though this left him rather annoyed. He was in the middle of helping out his friend recover something important to them! He had no time for this place. Besides, it was dark here, and he'd hit his head on the wall above the doorway.
On the plus side, it was nice to have clothes that fit, even if it was a weird suit.
Setting: Dorms or Hallways
Format: Starting prose will match if action is preferred.
Summary: Fawkes wakes up, Fawkes wanders the hall and hits his head on things.
Warnings: Mild swearing, senseless-yet-accidental bed frame destruction.
Dorms:
During that brief period of sleep paralysis - which Fawkes had no idea what it was - there was a creaking, groaning sound that eventually gave way into a crash as the frame of Fawkes' bed broke.
Not that he could completely fit on the thing anyway, given his size.
--
Hallways:
Fawkes was out and about, to a degree - he'd managed to read the letter, and promptly disregarded it. He knew the world had been blown to a wasteland already. Someone saw fit to 'rescue' him from it, though this left him rather annoyed. He was in the middle of helping out his friend recover something important to them! He had no time for this place. Besides, it was dark here, and he'd hit his head on the wall above the doorway.
On the plus side, it was nice to have clothes that fit, even if it was a weird suit.
no subject
A pause. "What part of the capital are we in?"