Hank Griffith (green_heart) wrote in mysteria_rpg, @ 2009-08-21 15:36:00 |
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Current mood: | energetic |
Current music: | Straight Lines - Silverchair |
Who: Hank & Open
When: Morning
Where: The streets of Mysteria
What: Hank goes for a jog.
Mysteria was just weird this morning, Hank had decided. He'd headed out for his morning jog, learning the boundaries of his new town and seeing what there was to see. He'd only been in town for a few days, but he already knew this was the sort of place that had an underlying tension to it. Something about the place was just a little off. Today though, that tension was cranked. He felt like he was on a stakeout, like something was going to happen at some point and he just didn't know where it was going to come from. He jogged along one of the busier streets, following his breath down as his sneakers pounded concrete, waking an answering beat from the energy of the earth. A couple of small fetish charms hanging from his wrist clicked together as he moved, their percussion weaving into the rhythm. Tranced out and pre-occupied, Hank never saw the person he almost knocked over. "Oh shi-" He pulled up, turning quickly to check on them. "I'm so, so sorry. Are you alright?" |