They Come Runnin' As Fast As They Can [Active/Open]
Character(s): The Master, anyone else who needs to get the right digs to get into places (or needs an AC buff XD)
Content: The Master convinces himself to follow suit...and buy a suit.
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5]
Time: Mid Morning
Warnings: Terrifying creepiness. And then there's The Master.
The sectional mirror showed his every angle. It was hard for him to swallow how even the most well-tailored suit could hang off his emaciated frame. Since being kicked out restaurants and kitchens for both the newly implement dress code and his insatiable appetite cleaning out entire stocks, he had only eaten what he could find. He grew hungry more and more everyday. Still, he had to attempt and go with teh crwod for a while, if only to appear as a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Have two left hands? Fix it right so I can actually come into stores like your stupid mayor wants me to!" he yells at the pawn shop worker, attempting to customize the recently purchased suit to his specifications. The Master ached internally, and the flashes of his life decay were being kept down as though he prevented himself from vomiting. The vomiting would honestly seem more normal at this point.
Content: The Master convinces himself to follow suit...and buy a suit.
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5]
Time: Mid Morning
Warnings: Terrifying creepiness. And then there's The Master.
The sectional mirror showed his every angle. It was hard for him to swallow how even the most well-tailored suit could hang off his emaciated frame. Since being kicked out restaurants and kitchens for both the newly implement dress code and his insatiable appetite cleaning out entire stocks, he had only eaten what he could find. He grew hungry more and more everyday. Still, he had to attempt and go with teh crwod for a while, if only to appear as a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Have two left hands? Fix it right so I can actually come into stores like your stupid mayor wants me to!" he yells at the pawn shop worker, attempting to customize the recently purchased suit to his specifications. The Master ached internally, and the flashes of his life decay were being kept down as though he prevented himself from vomiting. The vomiting would honestly seem more normal at this point.