Fascinating...or something (OTA)
Jamie's room mate had left. His stuff was gone only to be replaced with what was clearly someone elses. After examining the room for all of five seconds (via clever use of duplicates), Jamie decided that while he'd miss Pyro, if it was his time to go then so be it. The dupes vanished, reabsorbed rapidly as Jamie left his room.
His hands were in his jacket pocket and his face held no expression as he meandered through the halls. He wasn't thinking of his long gone room mate. If he wanted to contact Pyro, he could just e-mail. He was considering what to do now.
Spar?
Go to the shooting range?
Get something to eat?
He was sure he'd come up with something as he paced through the cold building.
(ooc: Jamie is wandering the halls and staying out of area's he shouldn't be in. Or, if you prefer, he actually took his gun and went to the shooting range. Feel free to catch him anywhere as long as it's somewhere he's allowed to be.)
His hands were in his jacket pocket and his face held no expression as he meandered through the halls. He wasn't thinking of his long gone room mate. If he wanted to contact Pyro, he could just e-mail. He was considering what to do now.
Spar?
Go to the shooting range?
Get something to eat?
He was sure he'd come up with something as he paced through the cold building.
(ooc: Jamie is wandering the halls and staying out of area's he shouldn't be in. Or, if you prefer, he actually took his gun and went to the shooting range. Feel free to catch him anywhere as long as it's somewhere he's allowed to be.)