WHO: Faramir and Alex Millar (Match-up!) WHERE: On the streets, Faramir's patrolling WHEN: Thursday morning WHAT : Random meeting WARNINGS: TBD/Likely Low STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
To be honest, patrolling was becoming rather dull. It seemed that the power outage and the lack of powers had not as yet unleashed any terrible portent of doom upon the world, and so it was becoming a thing of watching and waiting rather than actually protecting anyone. Of course, that was how Ithilien was a great deal of the time, too. That's how any such thing usually was - hours and days and weeks of boredom broken up by five minutes of sheer and utter terror.
So far, the terror hadn't come yet. But of course, that didn't mean that it wouldn't.
So, just in case, Faramir had been on patrol since the power outage began. He'd had no powers to lose, being utterly human himself already. Coming from a pre-industrial world, the loss of electricity also did not bother him overmuch, at least not so much as the others. He did have to admit that it was a convenience that he did enjoy - especially hot showers.
Taking a break from his walking back and forth, he stopped finally and sat on a bench. He could see a good part of the street from here, so there would be no danger in taking a rest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sandwich, eating it neatly as his mind wandered. To Éowyn, to Gondor, to the war, to thoughts of whether he would ever return home. He was a quiet man who kept his own counsel, but as his worries collected, he wished more and more that he could truly speak to Éowyn, as he did back home. But how could he, without informing her of the future? He wanted her decisions to be made of her own free will, and anything he told her he feared would influence her unfairly.
There was much to think about, and his eyes were distant as he sat, thinking, pondering, and coming to no actual conclusions.