Michael Rickard (inkyfingers) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-10-06 10:07:00 |
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Current location: | lechance |
Current mood: | rushed |
Entry tags: | hattie palmer, z -- michael rickard |
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"Late...God. Sorry." Michael was flat out running through the streets of Lechance, dodging around people, one hand holding his hat onto his head. He skidded around a corner and kept going, talking to himself under his breath. He narrowly avoided a horse and a small child, but the dog was his undoing. Attempting to jump over the leash and avoid the dog, he caught his foot, lost his balance and hit the ground, rolling into the side of a building and finally coming to a halt. "Ouch," he murmured.