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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:37 pm
Blood slowly drained from Ian's hand as he held his suit up, to keep the bottom from dragging on the pavement as he walked. The bottom of the bag covering it had been tied in a knot, which was then in turn looped back up over the top of the hanger, but curse Ian's stupid luck that it had come untied a block ago and he was still not quite able to fix it with his other arm in a sling. And so he kept walking hurriedly down the sidewalk, suit billowing beside him, trying to find a lamp pole or something he could hang it on just long enough to fix the bag.
This was his nice black suit for prom, which had been his nice black suit for a while, but it remained in good condition as the boy had not had a whole lot of need to wear it. It came out for band concerts, really, and that was about it. Apparently, at some point fairly recently, though, his arms had gotten longer, necessitating a trip to the tailor to have the sleeves of the jacket let out about an inch.
It was light later, fortunately, because the red-haired boy was not sure he was ready to go out after dark, even just a few blocks down to the tailor's, after he had gotten messed up by the crazy woman with the pointed staff. It seemed dumb to go asking for trouble like that while he still had his arm in a sling. He was more or less off the hardcore pain medication, at least, and Ian realized he felt a bit safer just being able to think clearly.
Finally, with great relief, the boy reached a decorative lamp post and he hooked his hanger over one of the metal swirly things. Ian let his left arm drop and shook it out, wanting to wait a minute before he set to the next task of tying the knot. He could get his dominant right hand in to help in spite of the sling, but it would still take a bit of doing. For now, though, he wanted to give his other shoulder a second or two to uncramp.
Man, he must have looked so weird, Ian thought with a small laugh as he looked back at the block he had just covered. While he stood there wiggling out his arm, the street lamp he was using as a temporary suit holder turned on.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 12:08 am
Serpentarius was out on her normal patrol, leaping from roof to roof as she kept her eyes on the street below. She was really hoping no youma would appear tonight, as she just had way to much to do. Not to mention she was just plain tired this evening. It was the only reason she took to the roof, she would be more focused if she had to leap instead of walk.
Landing on a ledge, she pauses as she glance down at the young man below her. Her eyebrow shot up as she tilts her head. Well this was just a little strange, as she wasn't use seeing anyone out around this area. Kneeing down, she glances back as she lifts her hand to signal to her partner.
With her voice barely above a whisper, she looks back down at the boy "Kallichore what do you make of him?" she knew he was human, but he seem hurt as well. Her first thought was to go help him, but she also wanted to make sure Kallichore was on the same track as she was.
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