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tampered2006-08-11 01:55 pm
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log; on-going
When; July 11th Late in the morning, near Noon.
Rating; G
Characters; Syaoran [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pursuing], Kimimaro [ossuarybouquet], & anyone else who'd like to join!
Summary; Syaoran's finishing cleaning up at the Opera House before helping Kimimaro find a map of his own at the Academy.
Log;
There was a low rumble in the air that Syaoran had grown accustomed to even though he'd only been to the Opera House twice during his stay in the city. The sound was faint, but he could definitely hear it, the eerie song that at first sent chills to his spine. Whether or not the owner of the voice was real or not, he did not feel at all threatened by it.
As the song played in the distance, he had been kneeling by the Opera House gates, scrubbing away at the paint and marker that his little traveling comrade left for them just yesterday. As troubling as it may have seemed, the boy didn’t seem to mind at all as he pressed the dirty rag onto a certain point on the gate. Seeing as the curse had taken it’s toll on his friend, he couldn’t really blame him.
“There.”
Seeing the fruits of his labor, Syaoran slowly rose from his kneeling position and let out a needed breath as he quietly inspected his work. It would probably take him another hour or so, seeing as there were still swabs of paint to show for after a few hours of work. Brushing the sweat off his brow, he slowly and continued as fast as he could without sacrificing the quality of the clean-up, but he kept in mind that he had someone else counting on him as well.
Rating; G
Characters; Syaoran [
pursuing], Kimimaro [ossuarybouquet], & anyone else who'd like to join!Summary; Syaoran's finishing cleaning up at the Opera House before helping Kimimaro find a map of his own at the Academy.
Log;
There was a low rumble in the air that Syaoran had grown accustomed to even though he'd only been to the Opera House twice during his stay in the city. The sound was faint, but he could definitely hear it, the eerie song that at first sent chills to his spine. Whether or not the owner of the voice was real or not, he did not feel at all threatened by it.
As the song played in the distance, he had been kneeling by the Opera House gates, scrubbing away at the paint and marker that his little traveling comrade left for them just yesterday. As troubling as it may have seemed, the boy didn’t seem to mind at all as he pressed the dirty rag onto a certain point on the gate. Seeing as the curse had taken it’s toll on his friend, he couldn’t really blame him.
“There.”
Seeing the fruits of his labor, Syaoran slowly rose from his kneeling position and let out a needed breath as he quietly inspected his work. It would probably take him another hour or so, seeing as there were still swabs of paint to show for after a few hours of work. Brushing the sweat off his brow, he slowly and continued as fast as he could without sacrificing the quality of the clean-up, but he kept in mind that he had someone else counting on him as well.