Ashley Randall (from_the_flames) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-25 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, chase collins, ichabod crane |
RP: Me Tarzan ...
Characters: Chase, Ichabod
Time/Date: Late night, October 25
Location: huts in the village area
Warnings/Rating: Chase being Chase
Summary: Chase explores at night
Status: Complete
Chase hadn't been doing well in the making-friends department. His closest ally was (or had been) an eight year old girl. Now that everyone was back though, he wasn't sure her vengeance was carrying through.
There were times when he almost wanted to try to make friends with people, but ... four months in, it was probably too late. People had their opinions and it wasn't like he was exactly inclined to work to change those impressions. That was work, after all. If people weren't inclined to just like him, then what did he care?
Still, here, it would be easy enough to just ... get lost and avoid people for a little while. He was sure a lot of them still wanted him dead for his commentary on the video.
People though seemed to be handling things just fine, given by the decorating and the announcement of the costume party. Maybe he'd get a white sheet, cut some eye-holes and go as a ghost. The idea amused him as he strolled through the drizzling rain toward one of the tree-houses. He wondered if there were cameras in those, and then he wondered if he cared. What was to keep him from using one now and again? Maybe sleeping there if the damn rain ever stopped falling.
Climbing up one of the trees, Chase ducked into the treehouse and looked around in the darkness. It was hard to see, but the moon cast decent light when it came out from behind the clouds. Plunking himself down near one of the tree-house windows, Chase listened tot he night sounds and wondered if he'd manage to spy anything of interest tonight.