Don't look now 'cause I can't escape
Characters: Anyone and everyone
Date/Time: October 20th & All day
Location: The lake mostly & Cafeteria kitchen (for cooks)
Rating: PG 13 to be safe
Summary: Started Here, Black invites the fishbowl to the lake to enjoy some swimming lessons and eventual cookout simply because he's bored.
Birds chirped overhead in the fragrant morning. The sweet smell of grass tingled his senses above him, and the cool water washed around his lean form. His prized tail coat had been left behind in the cabin, vest and white shirt hung from a rung on the dock along with his socks and shoes. Underwater that form of black laid bare covered only in a set of pants and white gloves. His hair swayed like moss along his face, crimson eyes watched the fish slip against the net and only when he breached the surface of the water and pulled, grasped the dock and pulled himself back up did his hands hold the net of wiggling fish.
He had a long day ahead of him and wanted it that way. Gloved hands rose to push his hair back and waited for whoever would arrive, no matter how long it would take, or for what task.
[ooc: Okay, so some of you requested this log and I'm more than happy to put it up. You don't have to interact with Black at the actual cookout. Label it as Opened, Closed, etc. Mingle the crap out of things.]
Date/Time: October 20th & All day
Location: The lake mostly & Cafeteria kitchen (for cooks)
Rating: PG 13 to be safe
Summary: Started Here, Black invites the fishbowl to the lake to enjoy some swimming lessons and eventual cookout simply because he's bored.
Birds chirped overhead in the fragrant morning. The sweet smell of grass tingled his senses above him, and the cool water washed around his lean form. His prized tail coat had been left behind in the cabin, vest and white shirt hung from a rung on the dock along with his socks and shoes. Underwater that form of black laid bare covered only in a set of pants and white gloves. His hair swayed like moss along his face, crimson eyes watched the fish slip against the net and only when he breached the surface of the water and pulled, grasped the dock and pulled himself back up did his hands hold the net of wiggling fish.
He had a long day ahead of him and wanted it that way. Gloved hands rose to push his hair back and waited for whoever would arrive, no matter how long it would take, or for what task.
[ooc: Okay, so some of you requested this log and I'm more than happy to put it up. You don't have to interact with Black at the actual cookout. Label it as Opened, Closed, etc. Mingle the crap out of things.]