[Thread] Open door
Characters: OU Heero Yuy, OPEN to whomever wants to drop by
Where: Om Pente
When:: After Heero's last post.
Summary: Recovering from Melaka Fray's attack, Heero has opened the door to whomever wants to talk.
Warnings: None at the moment.
In a million years Heero had never intended any of it. He had never intended to kill Harth Fray, never intended to cause such a stir among the residents. He wasn't even sure what to think: the talk of arresting him had actually made him laugh initially; he couldn't imagine how they thought they could punish him. Still, if that what made them feel secure in their authority while the Keepers circled overhead, he wasn't going to make it worse by turning it into a fight.
He was flopped on the couch with a pillow and blanket provided by Quatre. Melaka could have done a lot worse but what she had done had been quite enough. He had a splitting headache, plus it was still a little painful to breathe. The bruises on his neck and chest were at their brightest, and he was finding it quite difficult to get comfortable. He sighed and closed his eyes wondering vaguely if anyone was going to accept his invitation.
Where: Om Pente
When:: After Heero's last post.
Summary: Recovering from Melaka Fray's attack, Heero has opened the door to whomever wants to talk.
Warnings: None at the moment.
In a million years Heero had never intended any of it. He had never intended to kill Harth Fray, never intended to cause such a stir among the residents. He wasn't even sure what to think: the talk of arresting him had actually made him laugh initially; he couldn't imagine how they thought they could punish him. Still, if that what made them feel secure in their authority while the Keepers circled overhead, he wasn't going to make it worse by turning it into a fight.
He was flopped on the couch with a pillow and blanket provided by Quatre. Melaka could have done a lot worse but what she had done had been quite enough. He had a splitting headache, plus it was still a little painful to breathe. The bruises on his neck and chest were at their brightest, and he was finding it quite difficult to get comfortable. He sighed and closed his eyes wondering vaguely if anyone was going to accept his invitation.