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The Beach, Sunday Afternoon
Apr. 28th, 2013 02:20 pmAfter waking up in some strange kid's bedroom, Lucky had made every effort to keep a low profile the day before. For all he knew, everyone else in the place was a Night Creeper, and he didn't want to get into any fights. Not just because he was alone, either -- he was sort of over the whole fighting thing.
Twenty-four hours later, after he was sure he was the only gang member in evidence, he went down to the beach and perched on a high rock so he could watch the waves ebb and flow. He thought of Veronica as he sat there, wishing she was with him. She was the only one he'd ever known who appreciated the ocean as much as he did.
[OOC: Open, although Lucky isn't exactly a brilliant conversationalist.]
Twenty-four hours later, after he was sure he was the only gang member in evidence, he went down to the beach and perched on a high rock so he could watch the waves ebb and flow. He thought of Veronica as he sat there, wishing she was with him. She was the only one he'd ever known who appreciated the ocean as much as he did.
[OOC: Open, although Lucky isn't exactly a brilliant conversationalist.]
