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Characters: Dino Cavallone & YOU!
Location: Laying in the Plaza, on his face.
Time: 10am, the day he arrived (Backdated to around March 24th)
Style: I do not care. I'll follow you. I'm starting in prose.
Status: Wide flipping open.
"Geez, I just got this coat back from the dry cleaner too. For the same reason." Dino Cavallone stands in the Plaza. Soaking wet, obviously to many of the not so new foreigners and the locals- he was part of the new crowd in Vatheon. Dino is very confused, sopping wet, kind of cold since the breeze (if that was possible) was blowing through this not so great day for him.
"Can anyone tell me where I am?" He hasn't really taken any of this in yet. He is still a little disoriented from awakening finally. He doesn't move very far, a few feet at the least before inevitably one foot crosses in front of the other and he falls flat on his face. "Ow." He wasn't planning on his day going like this.