Apr 13, 2013 21:48
It seemed that all M did these days was shuffle around, rain snow sleet and hail, shuffle shuffle shuffle and... shuffle. Various places of business were open to him, but he couldn't do anything with most of them, one could only hope that it would be all in due time, he had the inkling that he would've killed for a bagel.
As it so happened that day, M's shuffling took him someplace different.. Steps were still a hardship, but he managed with the help of the handrail, luckily they were few and shallow... and pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling as he stepped inside and stood there stupidly, arms hanging at his sides. Still wearing his 'Lover, NOT a Biter' shirt and cords, M wondered if he should change clothes, maybe do some laundry, posture was important.. Maybe tomorrow.
Pamphlets with scrambled letters that would one day make sense to him were all over the place in neat stacks in various organizers, a nice desk in the middle with (you guessed it) more pamphlets.. Vaguely he recalled his own desk at the office back home way before everything went down, there was that pretty girl there too, something that this space apparently lacked.
[ooc: feel free to catch him either in the Welcome Center or wandering down the street :)]
welcome center,
robin hood