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Oliver Wood ([info]afm_oliver) wrote in [info]aftermidnight,
@ 2008-09-29 00:17:00
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Who: Oliver Wood and Dahlia Montgomery
What: Oliver goes food shopping and runs into Dahlia
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: A local Tesco
Rating: TBD
Status: OPEN


After what seemed like an eternity, Oliver had finally recovered. His injuries were barely noticeable and he looked almost like he'd never been captured, with the exception of a scar on his back. The empty flat provided numerous problems, most importantly the lack of sustenance and a lack of light thanks to a power surge that knocked out a couple of light bulbs.

Dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, Wood left his apartment and headed around the corner to Tesco. Maybe it was the strange halogen lights or the sheer openess in the wake of his capture, but the discount store seemed massive.

Slowly, Oliver weaved his way through the food aisles making sure to pick up all the staples -- eggs, bread, chicken, beer -- before wandering randomly though the store trying to procure light bulbs. At one point he found himself completely mesmerized by a flat-screen television.

With a sigh, he parted ways with the beautiful electronic and turned down the next aisle where there was cookware. Gently, Wood picked up a large pot to replace the old one he had back at the flat, when out of the corner of his eye Oliver saw a familiar face.



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