Emory Harper (unidentifiable) wrote in iamb_rpg, @ 2009-07-15 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, day 3, emory harper, nicodemus dax |
Who: Emory Harper and Nicodemus Dax.
When: Day 3. October 29th. 1:30pm.
Where: Kitchen.
What: Lunchtime! Consumption of food and drink.
Rating: PG13 for language.
Status: Complete.
Emory had snagged one of the tables for five, which was currently a table for one, because he was the only one sitting at it. He was slouched down in his chair with his pointy elbows resting on the table top, and he had a tray of food in front of him that he was slowly but surely picking his way through. Well, he was eating his meat and his vegetables, and was sculpting his mashed potatoes into the starchy equivilent of a sand castle.
He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and simple black trousers, both of which were well worn and slightly ratty, and also a little rumpled, like he had picked them up off the floor. Which he had not. He had however, packed everything by shoving it in balls into his bag when he had come to the Sanctuary, and therefore, with no surprise, everything came out a bit disheveled.
His legs were wrapped around the chair's legs and that unruly lock of black hair fell across his forehead and into his eyes that were circles with dark tired looking skin. He was making quite a sculpture with his potatos, with little towers and a swooping door and even a moat around it which made him which he had gravy to fill it.
He took a bite of chicken and then started making a mini sea dragon in the mini moat.