Nov 24, 2008 19:52
Avon was getting a bit sick of hiding in his room, as pleasant as the company was. He was restless, and anyway something in his contrary nature made him feel he deserved to be punished for his reckless behaviour in taunting Travis. Allowing people to see the results seemed a reasonable punishment. A cut and bruised jaw and forehead were the most obvious of his injuries; an unusually slow and cautious walk implying more, though his sweater hid his sore ribs and aching back.
He decided to take a gentle walk - well, a hobble - through the park, taking a small gun with him in his pocket, and keeping a weather eye out for overtall psychopaths wearing steel toe-capped boots - just in case.
ooc: feel free catch him while he's wandering about feeling rueful :)
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