The Park, Friday Evening (09/28)

[ditheringangel]

A figure stood near the duck pond in the park, so still that he was almost unrecognizable in the long twilight shadows. He could have been a statue, except for the faint orange glow from the end of a cigarette he held in one hand.

[ooc: Open if you'd like to encounter Az. I will do my very best to be around steadily all evening.]