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tampered2007-02-18 11:49 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; February 18th- Late night
Rating; PG
Characters; Octavius;
agustusoctavius & Jedediah
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Summary; Octavius, new to the city, gets lost in the streets after dark. Jed finds him, then shows him around the city.
Log;
The streets were dimly lit by the streetlamps that framed the road. The Spartan sat on a park bench, tired from walking in circles for hours since he had first arrived in the city. He wasn't sure where he was, what anything was, and; due to the curse and his slightly out-of-character actions, who he was.
Octavius tried to think back to when he was in the diorama room of the Museum. What did he do wrong that made him end up here? Up until now, he was convinced it was all Jed's fault. He was the only one who ever did anything to humiliate him in front of the other miniatures, but they were supposed to be friends now.
The miniatures, Octavius didn't feel so small anymore; not here in the city. Everything felt life-sized, including himself. He felt like he fit in a lot more than he did with the vast occupants of the Museum.
He looked up at a flickering light, it cast dark shadows on his face, underneath his helmet. He didn't have a place to go for the night, so he'd sit and wait until morning when the streets were busier...or until someone showed up.
Rating; PG
Characters; Octavius;
Summary; Octavius, new to the city, gets lost in the streets after dark. Jed finds him, then shows him around the city.
Log;
The streets were dimly lit by the streetlamps that framed the road. The Spartan sat on a park bench, tired from walking in circles for hours since he had first arrived in the city. He wasn't sure where he was, what anything was, and; due to the curse and his slightly out-of-character actions, who he was.
Octavius tried to think back to when he was in the diorama room of the Museum. What did he do wrong that made him end up here? Up until now, he was convinced it was all Jed's fault. He was the only one who ever did anything to humiliate him in front of the other miniatures, but they were supposed to be friends now.
The miniatures, Octavius didn't feel so small anymore; not here in the city. Everything felt life-sized, including himself. He felt like he fit in a lot more than he did with the vast occupants of the Museum.
He looked up at a flickering light, it cast dark shadows on his face, underneath his helmet. He didn't have a place to go for the night, so he'd sit and wait until morning when the streets were busier...or until someone showed up.

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He glanced at every passer-by, and scanned those around for a Roman outfit.
He was more relieved than he would care to admit when he saw said Roman sitting on a bench under a flickering street light. He stuck his hands in his pocket and meandered over, stopping right next to the bench.
"Hey. Aint yew in the wrong part'a the museum?" he asked in a cowboy drawl, lightly joking.
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"Jedediah," he stood, "Well, at least I'm not alone anymore." Octavius didn't want to admit it, but he was very happy to see his friend.
Taking off his helmet and placing it under an arm, he glanced around the city a bit. "At least Larry can't lock us up anymore...?" he said to Jed, trying to sound optimistic.
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"Got a point thar, pardner." He slung an arm around the slightly taller man's shoulders. "Howsabout I show yew 'round th' City? Howzat sound?"
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However, a smirk came onto his face. "Unless...yew don't think yer brave enough."
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And as far as he knew it, it was true. Octavius couldn't remember actually being afraid of anything, even his first encounter with the giant security guards back at the Museum.
"Let's go." He demanded, placing his helmet back onto his head.
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"What else would you suggest? Surely not a pair of chaps and a very queer bandanna..."
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