[Closed Log]
Who: Vincent and Fran
Where: The Theatre
When: A few nights after the auction.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Should be none. ^^
Vincent ran an old comb through his hair and looked at himself in the cracked mirror in one of the spare rooms. He attempted a slight smile, but discovered doing so caused his face to look rather creepy. So he decided he would keep the smiling to a very low minimum. He was rather pleased he had found some decent looking clothes while rooting about in the costume room of the theatre. They looked a little dated, but were nice and seemed to have survived the flood.
He lifted his clawed arm up and stared at for a moment. He had not found anything useful for covering the huge blight. He let it fall back to his side and did his best to hide it under the nice cloak he had found. Moving to the door he resolved to do his best to make the evening pleasent for his compainion for the evening.
Vincent made his way downstairs to the kitchen to meet Fran there. He felt guilty for not being able to take her somewhere nice. She was a nice young woman, deserving of a better evening than he could afford her. He had done his best to set up something decent. He had made a small alcove in one of the private boxes of the theatre, setting up a table there. Away from the sound of children and other company might be nice for once.
He knew little about her, and she knew little about him. It was going to be an insteresting night to say the least. He sighed and stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his arm a little, the burning pain starting to creep along it once more. He hoped it would subside for just a few hours.
Where: The Theatre
When: A few nights after the auction.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Should be none. ^^
Vincent ran an old comb through his hair and looked at himself in the cracked mirror in one of the spare rooms. He attempted a slight smile, but discovered doing so caused his face to look rather creepy. So he decided he would keep the smiling to a very low minimum. He was rather pleased he had found some decent looking clothes while rooting about in the costume room of the theatre. They looked a little dated, but were nice and seemed to have survived the flood.
He lifted his clawed arm up and stared at for a moment. He had not found anything useful for covering the huge blight. He let it fall back to his side and did his best to hide it under the nice cloak he had found. Moving to the door he resolved to do his best to make the evening pleasent for his compainion for the evening.
Vincent made his way downstairs to the kitchen to meet Fran there. He felt guilty for not being able to take her somewhere nice. She was a nice young woman, deserving of a better evening than he could afford her. He had done his best to set up something decent. He had made a small alcove in one of the private boxes of the theatre, setting up a table there. Away from the sound of children and other company might be nice for once.
He knew little about her, and she knew little about him. It was going to be an insteresting night to say the least. He sighed and stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his arm a little, the burning pain starting to creep along it once more. He hoped it would subside for just a few hours.