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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-04 12:21:00

Current location:	The Pharmacy
Entry tags:	!dropped, cielo, day 06, light yagami, location: pharmacy/liquor store, nymphadora tonks, open, silent bob

Day 6: Early Afternoon
Who: Bob and OPEN
What: Going to the fucking pharmacy for some calamine lotion for his fucking rash
When: Day 6, early afternoon
Where: On the road to, and eventually arriving at the Pharmacy
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active

Bob had managed a rough ass night. He might have technically been asleep, but he'd managed to scratch his legs fucking raw as shit. Apparently, his legs were itchy enough that even while he was unconscious he managed to curl into a fucking ball and scratch the shit out of himself. Fuck.

Making his way from the smokey-smelling Not-Quick-Stop to the Pharmacy was the plan. It wasn't a long walk, but it was fucking agrievating with his legs whipped by cold ass snow and shit. Each time a fucking snowflake hit him it felt like it was another fucking mosquito bite. Fuck.

Stoping for a moment to tie his shoe, Bob tried to guess at his progress. It couldn't be too far now, could it? He'd made the trip more quickly when he wasn't fucking freezing his itchy ass off. when he saw that little fucker again, he'd kill him. No fucking lie. Fucking clownshoes.

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cloudlesssky
2009-05-19 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Since it seemed to be the topic of the moment, Cielo dipped down a bit so he could have a slightly better look at the alarming red of the silent one's legs. He whistled slight amazement of the shape of them as he increased his own pace to keep up with the others. "That looks really rough, man. Can't imagine what'd do that..."

"Greece? Italy?" He echoed to the pink-haired girl with a light grin. Though he wasn't sure that this was exactly the time or the place for such things, he always did like hearing about the other places from which people had been drawn.

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silent_bob
2009-05-20 10:10 am UTC (link)

"Poison Oak," Bob grumbled. He was getting more and more pissed off that he seemed to be linked up with a couple of fucking chill ass people and he was fucking relegated to being the asshole. He was never the asshole yet thanks to L he couldn't take his mind off the itching long enough to fucking chill right along side them.

Bob's interest picqued as pink-chick started talking about the places she'd like to go. Greece and Italy sounded pretty fucking sweet to him.

The Pharmacy loomed ahead with it's broken down exterior. The snow was starting to cling in drifts and Bob realized that no matter how much he tried, his shorts woudln't be too effective too much longer as the snow threatened to eclipse the tops of his sneakers.

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polymorphic
2009-06-01 03:46 pm UTC (link)

"I fell into Poison Oak one time." She started, a face made at the memory. And..it wasn't so much poison oak as it was an itchy potion that she spilt, but that was neither here nor there! "It wasn't very keen at all!" That would probably explain the fact that he was going toward the pharmacy.

"How long have you two been here?" Asked as she continued walking, boots trampling through the snow. "And where's the poison oak? So I know where not to go."

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