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John Jones ([info]red_eyed_hunter) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-27 13:33:00

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Entry tags:john jones

Who: John Jones [OPEN]
When: Afternoon
Where: Lobby
What: Going places
Rating: TBA (but probably PG now)
Warnings: None likely

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John Jones was hungry. He felt like he should try something new. Of course, he would still enjoy cookies, especially the Oreo brand. And he had to thank Chloe for introducing him to other flavors of that food group. Really, it should get its own food group. They could probably look into that. But right now, he wanted to try something else. Maybe get a bite to eat before he went on a patrol. His thoughts turned to business then; he wondered if Oliver or anyone else on the team of heroes would need help doing rescues or other stuff in the city. Things seemed to be going a little bit better. Well.. as good as can be expected in a world where demons were real.

But for the moment, right now, he wanted to go out. And so he had left the confines of his room, which he had cleaned of all the damp clothing and bedsheets. That had taken a little while to handle. But it got done. He then walked into the lobby. The place where all arrivals usually came, the first thing they would see upon accepting an invitation to live here. Pulling the car keys from his blue leather jacket, though some would say it had a light purple tint to it, he held them in his hand. He debated whether he should use the car and go the normal way... or? Or he could do it his way and take off into the sky faster than the human eye could discern. He glanced at his keys and slowly made his way to the doors that would lead him outside....



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