[It was December 22nd, and to Gold, that meant one thing ( Read more... )

[The journal clicks on, and Gold appears on the other end. He appears to be rather dirty, and he has a shovel slung over his shoulder. His goggles are pulled down over his eyes, presumably related to the aforementioned dirt and shovel.]

Hey, anybody know where I can find some cement? Preferably not dried. You know, the powdery stuff you have to ( Read more... )

[Near House 15, the Orphanage, a card table has been set up. Seated at one end of the table is Gold, shuffling a standard deck of playing cards. When someone comes near the table, Gold shouts out, in order to grab their attention:]

Come one, come all! Take a seat and play a game! Bet as much or as little as you want, you just might strike it big ( Read more... )

[It's been a week since his group and so many others had returned from the Southern Farmlands... Since they returned from the heat of war. Some people died out there, both friend and foe, and many more were injured. Of course, Gold knows that all too well. Masaomi broke his ankle out there, and Gold's been accommodating him in his house ever since ( Read more... )