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Adair Fallon ([info]fortunecookie) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2008-09-22 00:26:00
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Tuesday: October 2, 2007
Who: Adair, Caden and Daiyu
When: Late Morning
Where: The Art shop and beyond
What: An idea...>:)


Adair had an idea, which was rare. So when he had an idea he had a tendency to actually make an effort to try and talk to the people he didn’t know to make things happen. He’d go to the market, he’d say hello to some fresh new faces. But his target was the art shop. He wasn’t looking to draw anything. He needed the paint. Then he needed some wood and metal among other things and then he needed time to let his ADD infested mind work. His project would probably run into the dreadful winter with his luck. He could probably ask Caden to help him with his project, Sheldon too. NO. Sheldon was too mean when it came to help usually.

Which reminded him, he had been gone for awhile, somewhat in hiding for the reasons of laziness, agoraphobia and eight million other fears. But considering he hibernated almost like a bear in winter, he somewhat was inspired to get his ass out for his favorite month of October to pursue his project.

Upon arriving in the art shop, he saw some chick with wild colored hair and tapped on the table she was behind. “Hey you!” He called out to her. “Dude, I need some paint. Like..lots!”


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