(no subject)
There is a strange, bandaged man walking through the apartment complex. He stops at every open door and gazes in, not particularly caring if there's anyone in the room or not. Each time he moves on, apparently disastisfied with something.
Schwarzwald wants a room. But there are certain things he requires.
A typewriter would be preferable, but if he has to settle with a pen and some paper, so be it. It hardly matters whether the truth is typed out or scribbled on a scrap of paper anyway. He also wonders if he can find any cigarettes just lying around. He's fresh out--which isn't that surprising, considering that most stores where he comes from (especially places funded by the Paradigm Corporation) don't do business with terrorists.
He continues to stalk down the hall, occasionally muttering something under his breath. Don't be afraid to approach him. He's mostly harmless.
Schwarzwald wants a room. But there are certain things he requires.
A typewriter would be preferable, but if he has to settle with a pen and some paper, so be it. It hardly matters whether the truth is typed out or scribbled on a scrap of paper anyway. He also wonders if he can find any cigarettes just lying around. He's fresh out--which isn't that surprising, considering that most stores where he comes from (especially places funded by the Paradigm Corporation) don't do business with terrorists.
He continues to stalk down the hall, occasionally muttering something under his breath. Don't be afraid to approach him. He's mostly harmless.