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savetheearth2013-08-21 11:40 pm
allinvein) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-21 11:40 pm
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Who: Xander Jarle dominateartimus and John Mitchell allinvein
What: Adventures in getting lost.
When: Wednesday, August 21st - Evening
Where: A Random Street Corner™
[Today had been one of those days where John spent most of his time driving to and fro checking up on clients. There had been Ms. Baker, who had lovingly held him hostage for five hours of conversation that morning, a slew of teens that he'd spent forever trying to track down during the afternoon, and now he was just leaving the new place of employment of one Mr. Vickery; the man was, much to John's delight, doing well at his new job.
As there was no public parking around the immediate vicinity of the warehouse, though, he was slowly ambling down the street back toward his car. Further down the sidewalk was a man who, quite frankly, looked a bit... lost, which wasn't terribly unusual; Locke City was a huge place, and this part of town was known to be especially obnoxious to navigate.
There was a part of him that was hesitant to help out, what with everything that was now happening in his life, but John just couldn't help himself; it was in his nature to give aid to those that needed it--to give back to the society that put up with him when he was a complete ass growing up.]
Hey, do you need some help?
[John gave the stranger a smile and hoped for the best.]
dominateartimus and John Mitchell allinveinWhat: Adventures in getting lost.
When: Wednesday, August 21st - Evening
Where: A Random Street Corner™
[Today had been one of those days where John spent most of his time driving to and fro checking up on clients. There had been Ms. Baker, who had lovingly held him hostage for five hours of conversation that morning, a slew of teens that he'd spent forever trying to track down during the afternoon, and now he was just leaving the new place of employment of one Mr. Vickery; the man was, much to John's delight, doing well at his new job.
As there was no public parking around the immediate vicinity of the warehouse, though, he was slowly ambling down the street back toward his car. Further down the sidewalk was a man who, quite frankly, looked a bit... lost, which wasn't terribly unusual; Locke City was a huge place, and this part of town was known to be especially obnoxious to navigate.
There was a part of him that was hesitant to help out, what with everything that was now happening in his life, but John just couldn't help himself; it was in his nature to give aid to those that needed it--to give back to the society that put up with him when he was a complete ass growing up.]
Hey, do you need some help?
[John gave the stranger a smile and hoped for the best.]