Nico Chambers (cc_nico) wrote in charing_cross, @ 2009-06-24 18:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! fizzled, ! private, * 2003: 06/june, - thread, character: harry potter, retired character: nico chambers |
RP: Time for Walkies!
Date: 24 June, 2003.
Characters: Harry Potter and Nico Chambers.
Location: Rosebud Park.
Private/Public: Private.
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: Probably none, but TBD.
Summary: We join our hero in the midst of braving the terrors that prowl through the wilds of -- okay, no. It's just the park, but Nico isn't much for outdoors. Bugs like to fly at his glasses.
In retrospect, Nico thought, perhaps there were better places to have picked. Granted, there was that whole idea of pleasant weather translating into 'go outside and reacquaint with Mother Nature', but why in Merlin's name he ever decided to give it a go when he was fairly convinced he was allergic to the outdoors was beyond him. Or, better yet, Mother Nature seemed to be giving him enough hints to go away as he jerked away from some unidentified flying insect buzzing by his right ear. He generally didn't hold any ill will toward insects, but they truly seemed to enjoy messing with him. It had been right about two seconds before Nico was ready to call it quits that his attention was dragged over to the sound of something rustling around in the usual park plant life. A few steps closer revealed a leash tangled up around the base of one of the bushes, the hoop of which was snagged on a low branch. Following the line of the lead, his eyes were met with the sight of a dog, looking all too upset with its current situation. He couldn't well leave the animal there, even if the majority of the class insecta seemed to have it out for his blood. Untangling the lead was easy enough, but that left one small problem. "All right, so where did you come from?" he asked the black and white muzzle that had worked its way over, likely out of curiosity and that dog instinct to sniff everything and anything that got near enough. Nico scanned the immediate area, not particularly expecting an answer, but when a tug came on the leash toward a human-shaped figure in the distance, he decided not to question the luck. |