[ACTIVE/OPEN]
Characters: Harry Mason & OPEN to any potential visitors in the direction of the Cathedral Famiree.
Content: Harry is now a gimp. A kind of grumpy gimp. And he looks over the destruction of the Cathedral. Perhaps a visitor or two is in order?
Location: St. Patrick's Cathedral
Time of day: Afternoon - Early Evening
Warnings: No more than the usual for horror game people.
It's not really an official announcement to it yet. Might be, in some way, that Harry hasn't felt the need to quite make it vocal yet. No sense in it. Not when there are better things to worry about.
It's pretty easy to list a few. Worried about people. Rion, what are you doing. James, wherever the hell he's been. The state of their home. The state of things. Pressure pressure. It's why it doesn't dawn on him to really say it. He, unlike some, have had worse damage to be permanent. Rion
No room to complain. Smile and nod. I'll get better.
He's utilizing the cane that's been given to him. Ordinary, brown, kind of ugly. But he's gotten into step of using it as he limps his way down the stairs.
And he looks at the damage.
Harry sighs.
"Home sweet home," Harry murmurs a bit miserably, shaking his head.
Good times.
Content: Harry is now a gimp. A kind of grumpy gimp. And he looks over the destruction of the Cathedral. Perhaps a visitor or two is in order?
Location: St. Patrick's Cathedral
Time of day: Afternoon - Early Evening
Warnings: No more than the usual for horror game people.
It's not really an official announcement to it yet. Might be, in some way, that Harry hasn't felt the need to quite make it vocal yet. No sense in it. Not when there are better things to worry about.
It's pretty easy to list a few. Worried about people. Rion, what are you doing. James, wherever the hell he's been. The state of their home. The state of things. Pressure pressure. It's why it doesn't dawn on him to really say it. He, unlike some, have had worse damage to be permanent. Rion
No room to complain. Smile and nod. I'll get better.
He's utilizing the cane that's been given to him. Ordinary, brown, kind of ugly. But he's gotten into step of using it as he limps his way down the stairs.
And he looks at the damage.
Harry sighs.
"Home sweet home," Harry murmurs a bit miserably, shaking his head.
Good times.