[closed/completed]
WHO: Rhode Kamelot [dolcezzamacabra], Brian Moser [salvationdenied]
WHAT: Doing a favor and taking a drive.
WHERE: Somewhere near Vescovo Manor, according to Miss Rhode Kamelot.
WHEN: Day 138, aftermath.
Brian was waiting.
He didn't mind this kind of waiting; idling in his car outside of Kristoph Gavin's house. It was the other kind, the kind that had been plaguing him for weeks, that had possibly pushed him into accepting doing this favor for the girl, that he hated. Security had been tight since whatever had gone down.. had gone down, and Brian had just barely managed to get through the gates, mostly because he knew the guard (and the guard's brothers) anyway.
Life was like that, when you spent your time around the same group of people; trained them, instructed them how to sew up their own bullet wounds. He knew the guard just like he knew all of the soldiers and men that worked at the compound. His foster father, the man who had trained almost every single one of them, had instilled that "salt of the earth" mentality into Brian in the years he'd lived with them.
Glancing at his watch, he looked back out at the window and the elegant facade of Kristoph Gavin's home.
WHAT: Doing a favor and taking a drive.
WHERE: Somewhere near Vescovo Manor, according to Miss Rhode Kamelot.
WHEN: Day 138, aftermath.
Brian was waiting.
He didn't mind this kind of waiting; idling in his car outside of Kristoph Gavin's house. It was the other kind, the kind that had been plaguing him for weeks, that had possibly pushed him into accepting doing this favor for the girl, that he hated. Security had been tight since whatever had gone down.. had gone down, and Brian had just barely managed to get through the gates, mostly because he knew the guard (and the guard's brothers) anyway.
Life was like that, when you spent your time around the same group of people; trained them, instructed them how to sew up their own bullet wounds. He knew the guard just like he knew all of the soldiers and men that worked at the compound. His foster father, the man who had trained almost every single one of them, had instilled that "salt of the earth" mentality into Brian in the years he'd lived with them.
Glancing at his watch, he looked back out at the window and the elegant facade of Kristoph Gavin's home.