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[Apr. 13th, 2008|09:52 pm] |
*lands up near the Health Centre when he hears the ructions caused by Beleg's baby's birth*
*shudders* *eugh, new life*
*paces around outside, waiting for his brother to emerge to give him the update*
*"accidentally", bumps into a man who promptly clutches his chest and drops to the ground* *to no one in particular* Sorry, sorry, totally didn't mean it this time* *watches perplexed as paramedics try to resuscitate the man* There's really very little -- *shrugs* *mutters* Might as well be talking to myself.
*continues pacing* |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
*knows that time's a-wasting in his Halls but figures that the newly-arrived dead can wait a while longer*
*goes out into Delving to indulge in a little people-watching (it's such fun!)*
*sits on a bench in a quiet park, not far from the hospital, with a large ice-cream in his hand*
*chuckles to himself as everyone who passes takes a wide berth around him (oh, these children are so clever!)*
*leans forward, his right leg hopping up and down, as a familiar figure walks towards him* |
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[Mar. 16th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
*actually rather enjoyed the baby shower, that brief encounter with Morwen aside*
*on her first day of maternity leave, drops a few last reports into the office before going to the hospital for her fortnightly check-up*
*afterwards, having put a photo of the scan into her bag, gets on a bus to a particular neighbourhood and walks down a particular street until she gets to a particular establishment*
*rings the bell and takes a step back in surprise as Why Do Birds? begins to play* |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|03:57 pm] |
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*gets up late in the afternoon after keeping a few days of his usually amorphous schedule*
*wanders about Delving for a bit, picking up what he can, enjoying being in the middle of things*
*stops in a pub to settle into the middle period of nightlife, before everyone hits the dream-filled hay* |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
*potters around the Halls for the morning, doing a spot of spring-cleaning*
*hears the siren go off* *checks his watch and shrugs, nodding*
*discorporates and swings by Lórell Inn to visit his brother*
*sits at the kitchen table, palms flat on the surface* So. Murder victim came in this morning. Been a while since I had one of those. |
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