capnjohnhart (capnjohnhart) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-11-24 16:10:00 |
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John was in his usual uniform, somewhat sweaty and grubby from weapons training. He was checking his sword for imaginary dints, sitting back against a tree, at rest under it. It was early evening, at least what passed for it around here, and there was a chill in the air.
Senses heightened in the dark, John was instantly aware when a twig was snapped beside a nearby tree. He didn't move, and carried on with what he was doing.
"It's polite to say hello, you know?" he drawled nonchalantly.