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Date/Time: 'A Shady Aftermath'; Nov 2nd, Monday; Evening
Location: London, Shopping
Open to: ANYONE.. that would be in London
Involving: Patrick
It was actually nice. Patrick couldn't remember the last time he got out of the house alone. For the longest time, it was Madeline who would go everywhere with him, just to make his money buy her things. Everything she wanted, in fact. After that, it was Kiera, his sister, who would go for evening strolls with him around the city. And after that, it was Andra, who he preferred to window shop with. But today? He was alone. His butler had insisted that he go out for the evening, do a bit of shopping, perhaps catch a movie... generally relax away from home. So he did.
His parents had surprised him with a motorbike - Patrick had wanted his own transportation for some time, and his parents were the type that believed that anyone who said 'Money can't buy you happiness' was some poor, broke bloke that only felt that way due to their own lack of income. It did, however, make Patrick smile quite a bit. He had borrowed motorbikes when they were in Egypt, since the quick means of getting around meant less vendors bothering him when he had to go through Cairo for one reason or another, so it wasn't as if he had to learn to ride. He just obtained the proper permissions, sat down, and took off.
Sitting at his table, alone, at a quaint little street cafe, Patrick relaxed as he sipped his coffee. It was a bit chilly that evening, enough so that he found himself wearing a heavier leather jacket, scarf, and fedora that he was sure once belonged to Grandpa Fiddlesticks, a man of great style. He watched people bustling about with a smile playing on his lips. If there was one eternal truth about London, it was that this area he was in was eternally hopping.
Joooin innn~~~
Location: London, Shopping
Open to: ANYONE.. that would be in London
Involving: Patrick
It was actually nice. Patrick couldn't remember the last time he got out of the house alone. For the longest time, it was Madeline who would go everywhere with him, just to make his money buy her things. Everything she wanted, in fact. After that, it was Kiera, his sister, who would go for evening strolls with him around the city. And after that, it was Andra, who he preferred to window shop with. But today? He was alone. His butler had insisted that he go out for the evening, do a bit of shopping, perhaps catch a movie... generally relax away from home. So he did.
His parents had surprised him with a motorbike - Patrick had wanted his own transportation for some time, and his parents were the type that believed that anyone who said 'Money can't buy you happiness' was some poor, broke bloke that only felt that way due to their own lack of income. It did, however, make Patrick smile quite a bit. He had borrowed motorbikes when they were in Egypt, since the quick means of getting around meant less vendors bothering him when he had to go through Cairo for one reason or another, so it wasn't as if he had to learn to ride. He just obtained the proper permissions, sat down, and took off.
Sitting at his table, alone, at a quaint little street cafe, Patrick relaxed as he sipped his coffee. It was a bit chilly that evening, enough so that he found himself wearing a heavier leather jacket, scarf, and fedora that he was sure once belonged to Grandpa Fiddlesticks, a man of great style. He watched people bustling about with a smile playing on his lips. If there was one eternal truth about London, it was that this area he was in was eternally hopping.
Joooin innn~~~