Javert ✍ 016
Who: Inspector Javert, Sephiroth, somarium
Where: Lurking about Sephiroth's shiny new Arena during this cold and windy day.
Style: Whichever. I tend to prefer First, but I write paragraphs regardless of style.
Status: OPEN. Catch his hat and papers, I don't care.
Javert was in turmoil.
Between Danny Fenton's disappearance, his growing closeness with Naomi Hunter, and his extended force sick leave from work, his thoughts and preoccupations have turned black. He had tried to avail himself through reading newspapers, pamphlets and textbooks, which he now carried with him at all times, but it only held his attention for an hour or so before his hatred of reading overcame his desire to distract himself.
It was perfectly natural, then, that a restless and discomfited Javert should give in more easily to even the idlest of curiosities to rid himself of these foreign feelings. Sure, reading was an acceptable use of prolonged blocks of free time, but if there were other more practical and interesting activities for him to try, he would swipe up the opportunity with more vigor than a starved dog diving on a raw steak.
Recently Javert had noticed a shiny new metallic building, proudly branded THE ARENA, erect itself in the middle of Somni's Residential District. For several days he had returned to the parks surrounding this complex and observed its progress and clientele. It is this complex that became his opportunity to find a new outlet to ease his unease.
Besides, if he were lucky, he would find an illegal boxing ring somewhere inside that sparkling metallic packaging. That would certainly make his day!
Unfortunately, Javert's meddling and persistent nosiness and imminent relief or joyousness would have to wait. For at that precise moment of his resolve, when his gaze lifted from his pamphlets to take a long, scrutinizing stare through the front entrance, the wind picked up and carried his hat and pamphlets away.
Those taking a stroll through the Somni Residential District on Wednesday afternoon might run into the strange sight of none other than a severely consternated Inspector Javert bounding after his loose top hat and several scattered papers, carried along by the wretched wind.
Where: Lurking about Sephiroth's shiny new Arena during this cold and windy day.
Style: Whichever. I tend to prefer First, but I write paragraphs regardless of style.
Status: OPEN. Catch his hat and papers, I don't care.
Javert was in turmoil.
Between Danny Fenton's disappearance, his growing closeness with Naomi Hunter, and his extended force sick leave from work, his thoughts and preoccupations have turned black. He had tried to avail himself through reading newspapers, pamphlets and textbooks, which he now carried with him at all times, but it only held his attention for an hour or so before his hatred of reading overcame his desire to distract himself.
It was perfectly natural, then, that a restless and discomfited Javert should give in more easily to even the idlest of curiosities to rid himself of these foreign feelings. Sure, reading was an acceptable use of prolonged blocks of free time, but if there were other more practical and interesting activities for him to try, he would swipe up the opportunity with more vigor than a starved dog diving on a raw steak.
Recently Javert had noticed a shiny new metallic building, proudly branded THE ARENA, erect itself in the middle of Somni's Residential District. For several days he had returned to the parks surrounding this complex and observed its progress and clientele. It is this complex that became his opportunity to find a new outlet to ease his unease.
Besides, if he were lucky, he would find an illegal boxing ring somewhere inside that sparkling metallic packaging. That would certainly make his day!
Unfortunately, Javert's meddling and persistent nosiness and imminent relief or joyousness would have to wait. For at that precise moment of his resolve, when his gaze lifted from his pamphlets to take a long, scrutinizing stare through the front entrance, the wind picked up and carried his hat and pamphlets away.
Those taking a stroll through the Somni Residential District on Wednesday afternoon might run into the strange sight of none other than a severely consternated Inspector Javert bounding after his loose top hat and several scattered papers, carried along by the wretched wind.