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tampered2007-04-16 12:49 am
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Joseph goes outside
When: Noonish.
Where: Outside the Den of Fire
Who: Joseph Schreiber and anyone else
The soft sound of footsteps against pavement marked Joseph's pacing, as the skinny man with the shaved head walked back and forth casually, soaking up the sunlight that was obviously lacking in his life, based on his white skin. A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he gently nursed the nicotine out of what was left of it. Looking up, he gazed apathetically at the sky, and sighed, looking back into the Den of Fire.
It'd be nice to go back inside, but he needed to get some air. He had been locked up in there by his own volition for far too long, it was time to venture out and breath, at least have a vacation to his near monastic self imprisonment, his only company being his red typewriter. But carpal tunnels, cramps, and a near critically low amount of air in his room had forced him out, so he intended to get a few breaths of fresh oxygen before he started up again, working on more writing about this experience.
Where: Outside the Den of Fire
Who: Joseph Schreiber and anyone else
The soft sound of footsteps against pavement marked Joseph's pacing, as the skinny man with the shaved head walked back and forth casually, soaking up the sunlight that was obviously lacking in his life, based on his white skin. A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he gently nursed the nicotine out of what was left of it. Looking up, he gazed apathetically at the sky, and sighed, looking back into the Den of Fire.
It'd be nice to go back inside, but he needed to get some air. He had been locked up in there by his own volition for far too long, it was time to venture out and breath, at least have a vacation to his near monastic self imprisonment, his only company being his red typewriter. But carpal tunnels, cramps, and a near critically low amount of air in his room had forced him out, so he intended to get a few breaths of fresh oxygen before he started up again, working on more writing about this experience.