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Who: Nick and Sherlock
Where: Walking down from Record Low
When: January 27th, 3:23pm
What: Meeting eccentrics
Rating: Nick=dirty mouth
Status: Open
It was getting warmer and for that Nick was thankful for. He no longer had to wear a bulky coat but, instead, he wore his leather jacket over a stripped close-fitting shirt. As if to prove to everyone else what decade he was from he also insisted on tight jeans and worn chucks. Unfortunately for him his dated fashion was very close to being revived by this decade's youth. So perhaps he looked more average than he'd accounted for.
He still had fingerless gloves and those fingers were currently jabbing at a small device he'd just purchased from the music store. It occurred to him that the ten thou. that he'd saved up was going pretty quickly. The purchase of the I-pod "shuffle" had whittled a good chunk of his money. Not to mention than the guy at Record Low had convinced him to buy some songs to show him how to upload it to the device. He'd ended up purchasing entire albums when he figured out how much the thing could actually hold.
Now he jabbed angrily at the small plastic creature demanding it play his music back to him on the one earbud that was shoved into his ear, the other dangling lazily at his chest swinging in time with his steps as he walked the sidewalk without looking ahead of him.
Every once and a while he took a tissue out of his pocket in an effort to clear his sinuses of the head cold that had developed. He'd go to the doctor tomorrow, he promised himself. Though he had a niggling in his mind that having an illness in his condition could be a bad thing. Hadn't one of the other guys died shortly after developing a cough? God damnit, he really needed some music right now!
He readjusted his sunglasses on top of his head for the millionth time obviously frustrated with the technology and his own ignorance.
Where: Walking down from Record Low
When: January 27th, 3:23pm
What: Meeting eccentrics
Rating: Nick=dirty mouth
Status: Open
It was getting warmer and for that Nick was thankful for. He no longer had to wear a bulky coat but, instead, he wore his leather jacket over a stripped close-fitting shirt. As if to prove to everyone else what decade he was from he also insisted on tight jeans and worn chucks. Unfortunately for him his dated fashion was very close to being revived by this decade's youth. So perhaps he looked more average than he'd accounted for.
He still had fingerless gloves and those fingers were currently jabbing at a small device he'd just purchased from the music store. It occurred to him that the ten thou. that he'd saved up was going pretty quickly. The purchase of the I-pod "shuffle" had whittled a good chunk of his money. Not to mention than the guy at Record Low had convinced him to buy some songs to show him how to upload it to the device. He'd ended up purchasing entire albums when he figured out how much the thing could actually hold.
Now he jabbed angrily at the small plastic creature demanding it play his music back to him on the one earbud that was shoved into his ear, the other dangling lazily at his chest swinging in time with his steps as he walked the sidewalk without looking ahead of him.
Every once and a while he took a tissue out of his pocket in an effort to clear his sinuses of the head cold that had developed. He'd go to the doctor tomorrow, he promised himself. Though he had a niggling in his mind that having an illness in his condition could be a bad thing. Hadn't one of the other guys died shortly after developing a cough? God damnit, he really needed some music right now!
He readjusted his sunglasses on top of his head for the millionth time obviously frustrated with the technology and his own ignorance.