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multiversallogs2012-01-02 11:35 pm
toldastory) wrote in multiversallogs2012-01-02 11:35 pm
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Who: Martha Jones and you. This is an open log for anyone who wants random CR.
What: Shopping and wandering around the city.
Where: All around Baedal
Warnings: None really. Will update as needed.
So far, one of the only good things about the city was the fact that she now had an entire city to prowl about when she was getting bored, restless or otherwise ansty. At the moment she needed wide expanses of space just to walk and think. She wore a trench coat, and hand her hands shoved deeply into her pockets as she moved through the city, going in further and further circles from the cottage she shared and the woods that had become so claustrophobicly familiar.
Different scenery, she decided different scenery and retail therapy. No one ever went wrong when it came to retail therapy and Martha's bonus from Hellsing was burning a hole in her pocket. Maybe she'd hit up a market or a bar or find the pet shop she'd heard about earlier. All and all, Martha Snape-Jones was just trying to do something.
What: Shopping and wandering around the city.
Where: All around Baedal
Warnings: None really. Will update as needed.
So far, one of the only good things about the city was the fact that she now had an entire city to prowl about when she was getting bored, restless or otherwise ansty. At the moment she needed wide expanses of space just to walk and think. She wore a trench coat, and hand her hands shoved deeply into her pockets as she moved through the city, going in further and further circles from the cottage she shared and the woods that had become so claustrophobicly familiar.
Different scenery, she decided different scenery and retail therapy. No one ever went wrong when it came to retail therapy and Martha's bonus from Hellsing was burning a hole in her pocket. Maybe she'd hit up a market or a bar or find the pet shop she'd heard about earlier. All and all, Martha Snape-Jones was just trying to do something.
Pet Store
He looked at the largest feeders he could find, looked at the price, and counted his money. He really needed to save if he was going to make it once he was out of the inn. He could go a while without food, but he'd been more active lately, going around and looking for a job. Maybe he was being too picky?