I’ll die living just as free as my hair [Open]
Characters: inthecenterfold and whoever wants to bump into him while he's memory-lossed in the Bazaar
Date/Time: May 25th 2011
Location: Bazaar & around
Rating: PG13 probably
Summary: He's doing much the same thing he did the first time he arrived - bumming around, wasting daylight, & not touching the journal at all. Just slumming it.
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Yesterday he'd woken up face-first in what looked like a bar. He'd simply assumed that he'd had one wild night of drinking and partying and nicotine all boiled into one massive headache - and then he'd realized he couldn't remember anything. The place felt peaceful enough, though - sleepy little town on the edge of somewhere. He assumed he must have been passing through - what else? - but he was in no mood to be traveling again with that pain in his head. The high ponytail was the first thing to go because of it, letting his hair just fall down to the middle of his back. Then, he'd slept the day away under a tree somewhere.
Today, he was just people-watching, trying to figure out what was going on and why he couldn't remember anything but that fever dream. Maybe the chick in his dream had done something weird to him... He pondered this, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, as he wandered around the busy streets.
Date/Time: May 25th 2011
Location: Bazaar & around
Rating: PG13 probably
Summary: He's doing much the same thing he did the first time he arrived - bumming around, wasting daylight, & not touching the journal at all. Just slumming it.
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Yesterday he'd woken up face-first in what looked like a bar. He'd simply assumed that he'd had one wild night of drinking and partying and nicotine all boiled into one massive headache - and then he'd realized he couldn't remember anything. The place felt peaceful enough, though - sleepy little town on the edge of somewhere. He assumed he must have been passing through - what else? - but he was in no mood to be traveling again with that pain in his head. The high ponytail was the first thing to go because of it, letting his hair just fall down to the middle of his back. Then, he'd slept the day away under a tree somewhere.
Today, he was just people-watching, trying to figure out what was going on and why he couldn't remember anything but that fever dream. Maybe the chick in his dream had done something weird to him... He pondered this, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, as he wandered around the busy streets.