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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|10:03 am] |
*curls up tightly in his chair, arms wrapped around his bent legs, head bowed and resting on his knees*
*closes his eyes and tries not to count the seconds before Glorfindel comes back into the room* |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|08:11 pm] |
*has found quite a bit to do in Ossiriand, between run-ins with friends (old and new) and his usual interference in the lives of random passers-by*
*is wandering down a side street, following the faint sounds of a crowd and a marching band (some nearby school must be having a rally?), when he picks up on Music of an entirely different sort*
*halts in his tracks and turns his head, eyes widening slightly in surprise (is it really...?)* *scrutinizes the somewhat ramshackle apartment complex to his left, and smiles—yes, he's quite sure of it now*
*moseys over to lean against the building, a few paces down from the entrance, and waits* |
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