The Park, Saturday evening
Dick woke up on a park bench. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he did know one thing definitively... "It was all just a dream," he said. But he said it quietly so that nobody might hear it. In fact, at the moment it seemed as if his entire purpose was to be in the background if anyone with an actual speaking part wandered by.
He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.
[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]
He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.
[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]