Piper (ex_madcap220) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-06-20 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | helene byron, mary_roper, piper, plot |
Subject: Restless
Where: The Bridge Theatre--just outside
Who: Piper
Warnings: None Right Now
Open to: Helene and Mary
Piper puttered around the kitchen, mostly just moving things around and then back to where he found them. He felt more restless than hungry despite the bit of bread in one hand that he'd been nibbling on for the past ten minutes. It would have tasted better if it was fresh out of the oven and had butter on it, but he only complained in his mind. Outwardly he just finished off the bread and furrowed his brow in thought, trying to figure out what it was he'd come into the kitchen for in the first place. He shook his head a little and headed out of the kitchen and down the corridor. He paused outside his room and then went inside.
Inside he didn't do much. He closed the door, crossed to one side, and then went back to where he started. He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck, and went over to sort through his clothes. There weren't a lot, but they were his, and that's all that mattered to him. He sorted through them and then carefully undressed, putting on something else. He didn't really need to, but he still felt the urge to change his clothes. He carefully put the rest up and then smoothed down his front. He tucked his watch safely into a pocket and headed out of his room, continuing down the hall and out from backstage.
Glancing around the theatre, Piper headed toward the lobby. He felt the need to get a bit of fresh air, and with no one in sight to stop him, he headed through the the theatre and lobby, stepping outside. It didn't really help with the restless feeling running through his entire body, but he did feel a little better being outside. He looked around and picked up part of a newspaper someone had discarded. He leaned against the wall just off to the side of the doors, looking at the paper. While he couldn't read it, he could pretend, and he could look at some of the sketches. Besides, the paper could come in handy later on. You never knew, and he had a few plans about presents for friends, and he'd need something to wrap them up in.