OPEN [In progress]
Who: Open (anyone for fixing the bar)
Where: Northern Lights Bar
When: Early afternoon - midafternoon
Rating: R because of Shinji's language? Otherwise PG-13.
Summary: Between murder, kidnapping, drama and mobs, the bar remains the worse for wear. Shinji has vowed to get it fixed within the next couple of days, and wouldn't mind anyone's help doing it.
the log:
EDIT: Now that people are there, no need for strict posting order. Unless someone objects, just post as you like.
He fitted the last pane of glass into the busted window and stepped back to check the placement. It looked fine against the new stone, though both clashed with the worn down, fire-blackened state of the other walls. He needed to find some paint after this. If Discedo had any of that lurking in the broken down stores, or maybe in the basement of that hospital.
But would he go in there just for a few paint cans? Those tended to be heavy. He could only imagine the people lining up to complain if he got hurt over something so trivial. To him, the bar wasn't.
"Tch. Nothing else looks pretty here," he muttered under his breath, though no one (so far) had showed up to help yet. He expected one or two of them to straggle in, if nothing of epic proportions happened to distract the city.
He decided to take a break. The roof needed more work--but he needed to stop and rest his bad hand. He couldn't feel it cramping up, but he knew it was, when the tools started slipping out of it. He dropped onto a hunk of stone and slouched down to slowly work his fingers through the numbed muscles, around the vicious scar that colored the back of his left hand and the palm beneath it.
He looked a dusty mess. But, that kind of thing never bothered him. He'd left his hat and coat in the bar though--no sense in getting dirt and grime on those, even if they streaked his face and hair instead.
Where: Northern Lights Bar
When: Early afternoon - midafternoon
Rating: R because of Shinji's language? Otherwise PG-13.
Summary: Between murder, kidnapping, drama and mobs, the bar remains the worse for wear. Shinji has vowed to get it fixed within the next couple of days, and wouldn't mind anyone's help doing it.
the log:
EDIT: Now that people are there, no need for strict posting order. Unless someone objects, just post as you like.
He fitted the last pane of glass into the busted window and stepped back to check the placement. It looked fine against the new stone, though both clashed with the worn down, fire-blackened state of the other walls. He needed to find some paint after this. If Discedo had any of that lurking in the broken down stores, or maybe in the basement of that hospital.
But would he go in there just for a few paint cans? Those tended to be heavy. He could only imagine the people lining up to complain if he got hurt over something so trivial. To him, the bar wasn't.
"Tch. Nothing else looks pretty here," he muttered under his breath, though no one (so far) had showed up to help yet. He expected one or two of them to straggle in, if nothing of epic proportions happened to distract the city.
He decided to take a break. The roof needed more work--but he needed to stop and rest his bad hand. He couldn't feel it cramping up, but he knew it was, when the tools started slipping out of it. He dropped onto a hunk of stone and slouched down to slowly work his fingers through the numbed muscles, around the vicious scar that colored the back of his left hand and the palm beneath it.
He looked a dusty mess. But, that kind of thing never bothered him. He'd left his hat and coat in the bar though--no sense in getting dirt and grime on those, even if they streaked his face and hair instead.