Ian Wavewalker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wavewalker) wrote2011-07-22 08:31 pm
wavewalker) wrote2011-07-22 08:31 pm
SEVEN // Sleuthing AND pirating
A: PHONE: AFTERNOON
Grady- Olney- whoever he was- is dead. I know some of you won't be surprised by the news. It was broadcast to the town at large, after all. Others have likely mentioned it as well.
He was found floating in the pool at the recreation center- which some of likely already know as well. Half of his face had been blown off, but he was still alive- for all intents and purposes. I gather he wasn't allowed to die. I wasn't the first person to run across him, and I doubt I was the last.
He wouldn't tell me anything, but did he share anything with anyone else? Anything at all.
B: ACTION: 754 PARTRIDGE DRIVE
[ Anyone in the vicinity of 754 Partridge Drive will notice something a little strange in the backyard. Ian got a regain in the mail, you see, and when he opened the package he got, this suddenly sprouted from the top of the doghouse.
Ian can be seen traveling up and down the mast all day, for various reasons. At one point he travels up there with a large wad of black cloth. A little tinkering, and soon there's a flag flying proud, peeking over the top of the house. ]
Grady- Olney- whoever he was- is dead. I know some of you won't be surprised by the news. It was broadcast to the town at large, after all. Others have likely mentioned it as well.
He was found floating in the pool at the recreation center- which some of likely already know as well. Half of his face had been blown off, but he was still alive- for all intents and purposes. I gather he wasn't allowed to die. I wasn't the first person to run across him, and I doubt I was the last.
He wouldn't tell me anything, but did he share anything with anyone else? Anything at all.
B: ACTION: 754 PARTRIDGE DRIVE
[ Anyone in the vicinity of 754 Partridge Drive will notice something a little strange in the backyard. Ian got a regain in the mail, you see, and when he opened the package he got, this suddenly sprouted from the top of the doghouse.
Ian can be seen traveling up and down the mast all day, for various reasons. At one point he travels up there with a large wad of black cloth. A little tinkering, and soon there's a flag flying proud, peeking over the top of the house. ]
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[ peers at her ] Are you going to be okay?
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[She huffs, hanging on to the railing as she looks around, then up at the sky. Making a pleased sound in the back of her throat, Mika sits back.
There would definitely be tailwags if she had hers.]
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[She sighs heavily, pillowing her head on her arms as she drapes them across the railing.]
Give me a few weeks, and I'll miss that too.
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It's strange how they try to make us forget home and remind us of it at the same time.
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[Mika gazes out across the plain suburbia, taking in the cookie-cutter houses with a sweeping glance.]
It feels like I haven't been home in a long, long time.
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