A western tale of beginnings
Muses: Bang Minah (retrodrop) and Philip Lee (primalis)
Date / Time: 01/20/2014; evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Status: Open
Summary: A perfect night to spend with a new friend.
[It begins like so...]
As promised, Philip had been busy getting ready to meet a new friend. A friend he could comfortably call his partner in crime. Even considering the two have yet to meet. He was looking forward to meeting her and enjoying the evening that awaited them. Pulling on his boots, he stepped inside his bedroom to one more look at himself. His hair pulled back into a half up, half down style where his bangs still remained loose. A pair of jeans with the ends tucked inside his boots, giving a clean crisp look. A button down and tie, topped off with a dark casual blazer to top it off. He glanced at the MK watch firmly gripping his wrist and softly cursed under his breath. Just a few minutes behind. As he left his room, he grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys. along two helmets from the counter on his way out.
Heading down into the garage for the occupant's of Mansfield Quarters, He located his bike and climbed on after securing the second helmet on the seat and the primary on his head. The keys startling the engine alive with just a firm twist of metal, and soon he was roaring out of the garage and on to the streets. Directions locked into his mind, he arrived outside of the girl's apartment 20 minutes later, in hopes she hadn't been waiting too terribly long. Once the engine had cut, he kicked the stand back down and climbed off. Pulling off the second helmet, he made his way inside and up to the 8th floor. The number..."Ah.." He mumbled behind his own helmet, approaching her door and gave a few rhythmic knocks, to which he waited to be acknowledge.
Date / Time: 01/20/2014; evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Status: Open
Summary: A perfect night to spend with a new friend.
[It begins like so...]
As promised, Philip had been busy getting ready to meet a new friend. A friend he could comfortably call his partner in crime. Even considering the two have yet to meet. He was looking forward to meeting her and enjoying the evening that awaited them. Pulling on his boots, he stepped inside his bedroom to one more look at himself. His hair pulled back into a half up, half down style where his bangs still remained loose. A pair of jeans with the ends tucked inside his boots, giving a clean crisp look. A button down and tie, topped off with a dark casual blazer to top it off. He glanced at the MK watch firmly gripping his wrist and softly cursed under his breath. Just a few minutes behind. As he left his room, he grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys. along two helmets from the counter on his way out.
Heading down into the garage for the occupant's of Mansfield Quarters, He located his bike and climbed on after securing the second helmet on the seat and the primary on his head. The keys startling the engine alive with just a firm twist of metal, and soon he was roaring out of the garage and on to the streets. Directions locked into his mind, he arrived outside of the girl's apartment 20 minutes later, in hopes she hadn't been waiting too terribly long. Once the engine had cut, he kicked the stand back down and climbed off. Pulling off the second helmet, he made his way inside and up to the 8th floor. The number..."Ah.." He mumbled behind his own helmet, approaching her door and gave a few rhythmic knocks, to which he waited to be acknowledge.