Who: Inspector Javert, Naomi Hunter (Javert?), Draco Malfoy, Solid Snake, Desmond Miles, anyone else who just so happens to pass on by
Where: City Hall!
Style: First!
Status: SOO OPEN!!!!!!!!! :D
It is evening when Mister and Misses (or Monsieur and Madame) emerge through thick wooden double doors to the outside world. Madame, dressed in a floor length
ivory gown, carries in her dainty hand a
simple and elegant bouquet, given to her by the man at her side. Monsieur, tall and imposing but looking exceptionally trim and polished today has his arm around the slender woman's shoulders. They shake out the rice in their hair. On the fourth finger of their left hands gleam matching white gold bands.
Today is a wedding day. And anyone who passes by might get the impression that it's an elopement, judging by their very meager bridal party and and less-than-romantic city hall nuptials. Why not extend your congratulations to the happy couple?
Though one would be rather hard-pressed to describe the face and bearing of that wolfish man as happy. Satisfied, yes. Frightening, yes. Confident and mildly relieved, yes. Happy does not seem to suit this fellow...