[Private]
I've been so busy in the city working and helping repair things, I haven't been paying much attention at all to the journal. I really should stop that...
[a thoughtful pause and some flipping of pages as he reads through what's he's missed]
Then again, all this talk of ice cream is just making me hungry..[a sad sound]
[/Private]
[It's a bit after dark and even though the city streets are starting to empty out, Allen seems to be found in the center of the city, sitting on a bench next to the fountain. He doesn't seem to be doing anything too pressing, instead simply eating from a normal flavored ice cream cone as he swings his legs back and forth beneath the bench. The only thing incredibly odd about him is the fact that there seems to be some sort of
floating monocle over his left eye, but instead of watching the area he seems more occupied with the ice cream cone than anything, only sparing the square the occasional glance and sigh]
[Gotta admit, even if he was grateful for it, patrolling has been pretty slow these days. ]
[OOC: Open post! Anyone who approaches who is
demonic, undead, has a trapped soul or falls under these categories can be picked up by his eye even from behind while everyone else will be normal. :) ]