twopercent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twopercent) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
savetheearth2013-04-22 05:34 pm
twopercent) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-22 05:34 pm
Entry tags:
[closed action] -- [backdated to April 10th]
WHO: Jack and Ayden
WHAT: Fashion swap!
WHERE: Near the Dead District.
WHEN: April 10th
Jack's breathing hard -- he's just run a full gauntlet of obstacles, including an ill-advised dash across a couple rooftops that almost ended badly when he barely made a jump. If he'd been forced to try to pull himself up off the rooftop's edge alone, with one arm... Jack doesn't like the thought, and it serves as another unfortunate reminder as to why he's now out of action and of all the things that are just that much more difficult to manage in his life.
But he figures he should have lost any pursuit, if anyone had been watching Casval's apartment. Jack had rushed through a few bombed-out buildings in his time, and minus a few locks he's had to shoot out, cutting a zig-zag path along the edge of the Dead District isn't much different. He presses himself against the wall inside the old abandoned building and peeks out through the broken window into the alley, checking both directions. Typical low-rent alley, dumpsters and piled-up garbage, but quiet and dark. A good place to scavenge something a little less... Casval-y (pleated pants? Really?) and more in line with the vagrant population. Try to blend in, at least as much as a man with one sleeve flapping free can.
Shoving his own gun into the waistband of his pants for now, Jack taps out the last couple glass shards as quietly as he can, and heaves himself out into the alley proper.
WHAT: Fashion swap!
WHERE: Near the Dead District.
WHEN: April 10th
Jack's breathing hard -- he's just run a full gauntlet of obstacles, including an ill-advised dash across a couple rooftops that almost ended badly when he barely made a jump. If he'd been forced to try to pull himself up off the rooftop's edge alone, with one arm... Jack doesn't like the thought, and it serves as another unfortunate reminder as to why he's now out of action and of all the things that are just that much more difficult to manage in his life.
But he figures he should have lost any pursuit, if anyone had been watching Casval's apartment. Jack had rushed through a few bombed-out buildings in his time, and minus a few locks he's had to shoot out, cutting a zig-zag path along the edge of the Dead District isn't much different. He presses himself against the wall inside the old abandoned building and peeks out through the broken window into the alley, checking both directions. Typical low-rent alley, dumpsters and piled-up garbage, but quiet and dark. A good place to scavenge something a little less... Casval-y (pleated pants? Really?) and more in line with the vagrant population. Try to blend in, at least as much as a man with one sleeve flapping free can.
Shoving his own gun into the waistband of his pants for now, Jack taps out the last couple glass shards as quietly as he can, and heaves himself out into the alley proper.