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Vikesh Moon ([info]ylwrosofireland) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-03 21:37:00

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Entry tags:character: orla quirke, character: vikesh moon

Who: Vikesh Moon and Orla Quirke
What: Settling things off the pitch
Where: Hall outside the Ballycastle locker room
When: October 3 - after the game and post-game
Status: Closed / Ongoing
Warning: Very likely some language?




Vikesh was one of the last of the Ballycastle players to leave that night, having retreated to a corner to meditate for half an hour. It had done him a world of good - his mind felt settled, his soul more at ease, and he was in better control of his emotions. The only one that weighed upon him now was shame at how he'd allowed them to get the best of him earlier in the game.

With a sigh, he slung his bag over his shoulder - the one that hadn't been injured, as the healer had said to take it easy for at least a day while the magic did its work - and started walking down the hall toward the exit.


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[info]ylwrosofireland
2014-10-09 03:01 am UTC (link)
He was about to reply to her initial comment, but the pat to his shoulder had him wincing again - though he did his best not to show it. Damned pride. He grit his teeth and offered a benign look.

"Oh, I'm sure it will before the next match. It barely bruised, anyway. I hope you enjoy your celebration." He reached down to pick up his bag again, slinging it over his good shoulder.

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[info]quirkybeater
2014-10-12 01:39 am UTC (link)
"I hope you have a good night," Orla said with a smile. Then she waved at him and turned around, letting her mind wander to what she might do that evening. She headed off toward the changing rooms to get her bag, idly debating on if she should go out or stay in. Both had their pros and cons. As she thought about it, her stomach growled a little bit. She realised regardless of what she did that night, she definitely needed to get something to eat. And that thought had her mind wandering to various restaurants she go to and just what she wanted to eat that night.

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