Damien Thorn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bornofajackal) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
It had been a few hours of solemn silence for Damien before coming to this party, having spent a little time at the candlelight vigil ceremony in the park.He had felt.. numb, during that for the most part. Nearly everything in town was destroyed. And a loss of lives as well, locals in addition to displaced. Now he was partly relieved to be in the cabin. After the day he had, or the month, he understood the need to celebrate living. He had worn one of his good clothes, pressed slacks, white shirt, blue tie, blue jacket. He was always one to dress up for special occasions and felt this was one of them.
He had ran into Kirk a few minutes before, remembering the private talk he'd had with him on the network, asking advice. Damien hoped he was helpful. It was rare that he had friends, true friends that he could help out when needed. It was usually financial or supplies, but it was nice to try with personal matters as well. He mostly hoped they could survive a while longer with all that was going on lately. Now holding a plate of food and a soda pop, he noticed someone he had seen around on various occasions.. Rose. Thankfully this was another who was spared grave injury in the Greaves quake, he hoped her friends were safe as well. "Hi," he spoke up, walking past her and stopping to speak. "thanks for planning this thing, I know a lot of us need a bit of uplifting feeling right now."