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savetheearth2013-04-12 03:21 pm
espigeonage) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-12 03:21 pm
Action
Who: Julien Sakazaki and ANYONE who might be...
Where: At the Dead District statue
When: Friday afternoon.
Julien arrived with a gaggle of art students and ex-art students, all bundled up. It was a bit colder than usual for mid-April, but the sky was light.
The group went from ribbing one another about who was the biggest hipster of them all - Julien's dyed blue hair and closely cut monochrome ensemble made him a good target, but he maintained that without a hat, interesting facial hair, or scarf he wasn't the biggest one - to scuffling near silence as they reached the sculpture. It seemed an odd change, and one Julien himself was immune to. Or he could ignore it for a bit, at any rate.
A few cursory minutes of examination, a nervous comment or three about chisel marks, and his friends almost collectively decided to go to a coffee shop. They claimed it was too cold. If any of them noticed what he noticed, they didn't say.
Julien stayed for a while to study the thing, walking closer and backing off to feel how that weird heartbeat sensation grew or faded. It was early enough in the day, he thought. Not too dangerous to be alone in this part of the Dead District.
Where: At the Dead District statue
When: Friday afternoon.
Julien arrived with a gaggle of art students and ex-art students, all bundled up. It was a bit colder than usual for mid-April, but the sky was light.
The group went from ribbing one another about who was the biggest hipster of them all - Julien's dyed blue hair and closely cut monochrome ensemble made him a good target, but he maintained that without a hat, interesting facial hair, or scarf he wasn't the biggest one - to scuffling near silence as they reached the sculpture. It seemed an odd change, and one Julien himself was immune to. Or he could ignore it for a bit, at any rate.
A few cursory minutes of examination, a nervous comment or three about chisel marks, and his friends almost collectively decided to go to a coffee shop. They claimed it was too cold. If any of them noticed what he noticed, they didn't say.
Julien stayed for a while to study the thing, walking closer and backing off to feel how that weird heartbeat sensation grew or faded. It was early enough in the day, he thought. Not too dangerous to be alone in this part of the Dead District.