Who: Preston Marlowe, open When: Mid-afternoon, after Wicked Lady's meeting. Where: Salkia park What: Taking a nap Warnings: None at the moment, may change over time.
On his return trip from Salkia Grocers, America managed to take a wrong turn down the street, and instead found himself much too late that he was going the opposite direction. A single bag in hand that contained more food to stress-eat--he hadn't bought much, and the load was light--he swung it impatiently on his wrist while he fished out his LP, hoping to use the GPS to give him the directions home.
Instead, he looked up and saw his favorite Salkia soldier leaning against a tree. Well, hell if he had a lick of an idea of what was going on with the dude, so he shoved the LP back into his pocket and bounded over, shotgun bouncing on his back, not noticing that the man was asleep.
"Preston! Hey, buddy, what're you doing out here?" he shouted as he approached, only noticing Preston's sleeping disposition after he was close enough to catch a glimpse at the collar. Egh, when did that get there?
He groaned a little in his sleep and his hands shifted towards his gun's trigger. It was on pure instinct that his hand had moved like this. But he still did not stir from his sleep. He not only had a very rude and unpleasant awakening but the constant fighting that was going on between him and his collar was making him more tired than he usually is.
Sighing in his sleep, his finger slowly moved away from the trigger. And his body began to resume the state it was in before it became tense.
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Instead, he looked up and saw his favorite Salkia soldier leaning against a tree. Well, hell if he had a lick of an idea of what was going on with the dude, so he shoved the LP back into his pocket and bounded over, shotgun bouncing on his back, not noticing that the man was asleep.
"Preston! Hey, buddy, what're you doing out here?" he shouted as he approached, only noticing Preston's sleeping disposition after he was close enough to catch a glimpse at the collar. Egh, when did that get there?
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Sighing in his sleep, his finger slowly moved away from the trigger. And his body began to resume the state it was in before it became tense.
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