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tampered2006-10-28 07:12 pm
x-gunsnvelvet.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-10-28 07:12 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; October 28th, afternoon-ish
Rating; PG-13? With Yazoo having mood swings, who knows what could happen. xDD
Characters; Yazoo + ANYONE
Summary; Yazoo finally decides to haul his sick, sorry butt out of bed to get some fresh air.
Log;
Yazoo shut the door behind him with a snap and moved over to the side to lean against the wall of building three, taking a moment a take a few deep breaths to try and quell the feeling of nausea that had hit him when he stepped outside. He had made it to the first floor of the building without much incidence, only once feeling like he was going to get sick.
“And I thought that potty mouth curse was bad…,” he mumbled to himself, slowly pushing away from the wall to join the throng of the other City citizens going about their daily business.
He looked around for a place that looked good to eat at, all the while realizing that he was noticing smells he usually didn’t pay any attention to, such as the smells of certain types of food. While the food usually smelled pretty good, Yazoo couldn’t breathe in the scent without his head spinning.
The remnant tried not to breath in too much as he strolled past different restaurants, sighing in relief when he spotted what seemed to look like a pretty decent deli. After glancing briefly over the specials that were written on a board in the window, he walked inside and found a comfortable booth along the wall, breathing in the scents of various deli sandwiches and desserts.
Yazoo ordered a slice of carrot cake with pickles when the waitress had come to take his order, earning himself a few strange stares from her and those who were seated near enough to hear him. He had simply stared back until he grew bored with the game, then crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, waiting for his cake while starring at the table intently.
Rating; PG-13? With Yazoo having mood swings, who knows what could happen. xDD
Characters; Yazoo + ANYONE
Summary; Yazoo finally decides to haul his sick, sorry butt out of bed to get some fresh air.
Log;
Yazoo shut the door behind him with a snap and moved over to the side to lean against the wall of building three, taking a moment a take a few deep breaths to try and quell the feeling of nausea that had hit him when he stepped outside. He had made it to the first floor of the building without much incidence, only once feeling like he was going to get sick.
“And I thought that potty mouth curse was bad…,” he mumbled to himself, slowly pushing away from the wall to join the throng of the other City citizens going about their daily business.
He looked around for a place that looked good to eat at, all the while realizing that he was noticing smells he usually didn’t pay any attention to, such as the smells of certain types of food. While the food usually smelled pretty good, Yazoo couldn’t breathe in the scent without his head spinning.
The remnant tried not to breath in too much as he strolled past different restaurants, sighing in relief when he spotted what seemed to look like a pretty decent deli. After glancing briefly over the specials that were written on a board in the window, he walked inside and found a comfortable booth along the wall, breathing in the scents of various deli sandwiches and desserts.
Yazoo ordered a slice of carrot cake with pickles when the waitress had come to take his order, earning himself a few strange stares from her and those who were seated near enough to hear him. He had simply stared back until he grew bored with the game, then crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, waiting for his cake while starring at the table intently.