Mordred (mordred) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-08-09 09:22:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
taking the plunge
Who: Mordred, Gawain, Gareth
Where: Various
When: Saturday
Rating/Warnings: We'll find out, won't we?
Two changes of clothes, a crate of books and a few necessary papers. Some people, no doubt, planned their immortality carefully, providing for the future, covering their tracks. Mordred preferred to destroy his when possible.
So he sat in a dismal hotel room, with the classifieds spread out in front of him and nothing to tie him to the past ten years but a birth certificate -- tricky to replace, those -- and the phone, which he'd be getting rid of.
Any day now.
He'd half convinced himself that he imagined the entire business in the café... except for the card he'd been keeping in his pocket. It was out now, lying on top of the paper.
If he left it much longer, he'd never find the nerve. He took a deep breath, flipped the phone open, and dialed.