RP: We know how to talk it into the ground... Date: May 21, 2001 Characters: Evan and John Location: near PAM's "stomping ground", muggle London Public/Private: Private Warning: They hate each other. Might be some violence, might not. Might be some cursing. Okay, totally will. I don't know how far it'd go for sure other than cursing and threats and insults and general dramatics. (Boys can be so dramatic.) Summary: A run in between the former friends turned enemies. Status: Complete
Evan did tend to hang around the same area. No matter what he'd told that strange woman, Astoria - if that was her real name - he didn't explore the city anymore as much as he used to. When he was younger, he certainly did roam the city, finding every hidden treasure he could manage, but that time had passed. He found comfort in the area that he knew, in where he worked, his friends were, and where he lived. Tonight he left the shithole he and his roommates called a flat to take a walk. Two of his roommates were busy yelling at each other for something being missing and Kurt was at work until at least midnight. He wasn't in the mood to stand around and watch his roommates fight. God, they weren't a fucking married couple!
Walking under the street lights, he passed by all the familiar stores, clubs, bars, and stands that he knew so well. He even mustered the interest to wave at a few familiar faces that peeked out through the doors and windows. It was home to him. No matter if it was a rather crappy part of London; it was his crappy part of London. Other than the magical ingrates that he was sure infiltrated under the radar, he wouldn't change a thing.