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Characters: Aim (imthefavorite ) and OPEN
Date/Time: Backdated to Early Morning of the 18th
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG for angry Irish cross dressing language
Summary: Aim realizes fairly quickly that he is running out of food, and his plan to stay cooped up at home falls through. So, he decides to head out to get some basic necessities in the early morning, (hopefully) before it's too crowded.
When Aim stirred from his futon, it was far earlier than normal. Despite how tired he was, and how much he was dreading spending the day alone in his drab section one lodging, he had already resigned himself to this. Normally he wouldn't have been at all bothered by having a day off, but under the given circumstances...he was less than pleased. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he had nearly forgotten why he had decided to get up so early, but he was unfortunate enough to remember rather quickly. This God damned dress.
The night previous, when he had gone to his mini-fridge to grab a beer and a bite to eat, he became painfully aware that he was very nearly out of food. So here he was this morning putting on his winter coat, in spite of the pleasant weather, simply because it was the one thing he had that would cover the most of the terrible red monstrosity.
As soon as he thought shops would begin to open, he hurried out to the bazaar as fast as his awkward, high-heel clad feet could carry him. When he got there, he was lucky enough to find a few of the food shops he frequented opening, and indeed there weren't too many people about. More than he cared to be seen by, sure, but there was nothing to be done about it now. He did his best to look casual as he walked between the stalls, but it was very little use. His want to get back to the secluded safety of his home caused him to rush, and that in turn was quite disadvantageous to his appearing subtle. It only took one misplaced step to send him crashing to the ground.
"Bloody hell..." He murmured to himself, but it was loud enough for anyone close by to hear. It wasn't like his words would call any more attention to him. Besides, what self respecting belle wouldn't be dismayed at falling on their knees, causing their pantyhose to run.
OOC Notes: I would really love to log with some new people for this one, but I certainly won't turn down characters he already has CR with! Also, tags will probably be slow. PS: Please feel free to have your character mistake him for Gene. It would certainly make him feel better.
Date/Time: Backdated to Early Morning of the 18th
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG for angry Irish cross dressing language
Summary: Aim realizes fairly quickly that he is running out of food, and his plan to stay cooped up at home falls through. So, he decides to head out to get some basic necessities in the early morning, (hopefully) before it's too crowded.
When Aim stirred from his futon, it was far earlier than normal. Despite how tired he was, and how much he was dreading spending the day alone in his drab section one lodging, he had already resigned himself to this. Normally he wouldn't have been at all bothered by having a day off, but under the given circumstances...he was less than pleased. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he had nearly forgotten why he had decided to get up so early, but he was unfortunate enough to remember rather quickly. This God damned dress.
The night previous, when he had gone to his mini-fridge to grab a beer and a bite to eat, he became painfully aware that he was very nearly out of food. So here he was this morning putting on his winter coat, in spite of the pleasant weather, simply because it was the one thing he had that would cover the most of the terrible red monstrosity.
As soon as he thought shops would begin to open, he hurried out to the bazaar as fast as his awkward, high-heel clad feet could carry him. When he got there, he was lucky enough to find a few of the food shops he frequented opening, and indeed there weren't too many people about. More than he cared to be seen by, sure, but there was nothing to be done about it now. He did his best to look casual as he walked between the stalls, but it was very little use. His want to get back to the secluded safety of his home caused him to rush, and that in turn was quite disadvantageous to his appearing subtle. It only took one misplaced step to send him crashing to the ground.
"Bloody hell..." He murmured to himself, but it was loud enough for anyone close by to hear. It wasn't like his words would call any more attention to him. Besides, what self respecting belle wouldn't be dismayed at falling on their knees, causing their pantyhose to run.
OOC Notes: I would really love to log with some new people for this one, but I certainly won't turn down characters he already has CR with! Also, tags will probably be slow. PS: Please feel free to have your character mistake him for Gene. It would certainly make him feel better.