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Riddick's warehouse, Thursday Evening after the bar
Riddick stood in the doorway, a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand. He took a swig every so often, and looked out into the darkness.
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OOC: backstory for re-entrance.
So, when Riddick-mun dropped off the face of the Earth, Riddick had been musing on how to get off this low-security, highly-maintained slam he found himself on, called Milieux ( Read more... ) -
All Souls / Tuesday Evening
Riddick opened the bar. He watched the band perform, the female lead singer full of soul.
Hey your glass is empty ( Read more... ) -
All Souls / Tuesday Evening
Riddick listened to the house band warm up as he opened the bar. Sounded kind of punk tonight.
Don't you mess ( Read more... ) -
All Souls / Tuesday Evening
Riddick set up the bar, and nodded at the house band's front man. He missed working, and was glad his schedule allowed for it again.
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OOC: Sorry about my class, I temporarily had some insanity
I completely spaced, yesterday I swore it was Wednesday, and only just this minute Faith reminded me today's Friday, so Thursday kind of... poofed. Class will be taking place next Thursday, and Riddick will have some office hours on Mondayish, to SP some IC reasons for not having class(as I just came up with a good excuse.) -
Riddick's Warehouse / Early Sunday Morning
Riddick sat in his customary spot, looking out on the swamp. His goggles in his back pocket, when all of a sudden, he clutched at his chest. Memories came flooding back to him, like an afterimage of a photograph, and he stood up, breaking into a run towards the main dorms. He had to know. -
Warehouse / Friday night
Riddick sat in the doorway of the warehouse, his goggles in his back pocket, just watching the night, listening to it's own music. He leaned his back against the doorframe, one leg out, the other drawn up, his forearm on his knee, a bottle of Hard Whiskey in hand. He smiled to himself. Classes were starting soon, It was beautiful, and peaceful here ( Read more... ) -
Swamps / Monday
Riddick crouched in the doorway of the warehouse he was sleeping in. He gazed outside in wonder at the weather. "Couldn't be." he reached out, let a couple of raindrops fall into his palm, and ate them. "Fuckin' A." he chuckled low, a rumble, and walked outside, attempting to find a store for some smokes.
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