Open log
Who: Yuri Volte Hyuga (fuck_mistletoe), OPEN
Where: The Church
When: This afternoon
Rating: PG-13 on account of Yuri's occasional potty mouth
Summary: Yuri takes some time out to get a bit of rest. Not so comfortable with the apartments, the long-time vagabond takes temporary shelter somewhere a bit more familiar.
the log:
"Old habits die hard". That was something someone had said. He couldn't remember who but the phrase stuck with him. In spite of the horrors he harboured in his soul, the church felt more familiar than any of the apartments. Not that Yuri had bothered to check, he just didn't feel right going in there. It would feel too much like settling down, accepting this world as his new home.
Yuri wasn't like that. Yuri was a fighter.
But for all his fighting, he couldn't always win against the elements and it was getting to be winter. If he had to take some time out, to rest, to sleep, he'd do it in the church.
After all, the last place he had spent more than a month at, he'd lived in the church.
They say the German troops can't take Domremy. There's a demon there. It comes out the church and sends any soldiers that trespass packing...
His footsteps echoed through the silent chapel, and a watery sun took a bit of an effort to shine through the almost perpetually overcast sky. Yuri wondered if it would snow soon. A lot of people were talking about Christmas too.
...They even say he killed a god in Wales...
The church had definitely seen better days, and it was still cold. But there were signs of repair, and Yuri approached the alter. Someone was living or had lived here at least.
"Hello?" He called out to the still, musty air, his voice echoing. "Anyone here?"
Where: The Church
When: This afternoon
Rating: PG-13 on account of Yuri's occasional potty mouth
Summary: Yuri takes some time out to get a bit of rest. Not so comfortable with the apartments, the long-time vagabond takes temporary shelter somewhere a bit more familiar.
the log:
"Old habits die hard". That was something someone had said. He couldn't remember who but the phrase stuck with him. In spite of the horrors he harboured in his soul, the church felt more familiar than any of the apartments. Not that Yuri had bothered to check, he just didn't feel right going in there. It would feel too much like settling down, accepting this world as his new home.
Yuri wasn't like that. Yuri was a fighter.
But for all his fighting, he couldn't always win against the elements and it was getting to be winter. If he had to take some time out, to rest, to sleep, he'd do it in the church.
After all, the last place he had spent more than a month at, he'd lived in the church.
They say the German troops can't take Domremy. There's a demon there. It comes out the church and sends any soldiers that trespass packing...
His footsteps echoed through the silent chapel, and a watery sun took a bit of an effort to shine through the almost perpetually overcast sky. Yuri wondered if it would snow soon. A lot of people were talking about Christmas too.
...They even say he killed a god in Wales...
The church had definitely seen better days, and it was still cold. But there were signs of repair, and Yuri approached the alter. Someone was living or had lived here at least.
"Hello?" He called out to the still, musty air, his voice echoing. "Anyone here?"