Martin Auditore (agreatermercy) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-12-04 22:40:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
Entry tags: | gaheris, martin of tours, pestilence |
Who: St. Martin of Tours and OPEN
Where: Outside the Soldier’s Legal Aid Society offices.
When: Early Thursday Morning
Rating: None yet!
Early morning, and Martin is whistling as he chains his bicycle to the rack outside the offices of the legal aid society. He used to just let it be, but that stopped being feasible about a week later. He doesn’t have that bicycle anymore. Eventually you have to admit that life would be a lot simpler if you rode something that someone had made parts for in the last twenty years.
The current bike is starting to get to that point again. It’s red, a touring bike from the early sixties, and if he can’t find new brake pads he might have to give in and find something new. He has to take his gloves off to get the padlock combination set to being locked.
He’s just straightened up when his cellphone goes off, briing, briing, briing in his pocket, and he fishes it out. “Hello! Martin Auditore speaking, can I help – Oh, good morning Kelly. Yes, I’m right outside the office. Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, I biked. Really? I didn’t know that. Yes, ma’am. Yes, ma’am. In the upper right hand drawer, you say? I fully agree with you. Frostbite is certainly not good. Right, thanks. See you in a few hours.” He snaps his phone shut, slips it back into his pocket, and turns to removing the panniers from the back of his bicycle, laughing a little as he does.