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Eddie Riggs ([info]ormagodenchosen) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-04-25 01:35:00

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Entry tags:charlene foster offdensen, eddie riggs

Who: Eddie Riggs and Charlene Foster Offdensen.
What: Hanging out.
When: Saturday night.
Where: Mordhaus.
Warnings: Swearing.



Eddie had finished designing another stage, and was halfway through building it. It was a smaller prototype, nothing too huge, just one that filled up one of the larger living rooms' empty space toward the back, but if the band liked it, he'd build it full scale. Since it was done, he was having a celebratory brew, idly strumming Clementine and not bothering to notice the lightning bolts creeping up the sides of his chair.



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[info]ormagodenchosen
2010-04-25 07:44 am UTC (link)
"It's fine. My name's Eddie, but you know that. What do you like being called?" He idly strummed his guitar, a different tune. If she looked closely, the strings were ablaze.

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