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capeandcowllogs2009-01-25 02:47 am
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have you heard the news? bad things come in twos.
WHO: Speed and Pyro (the two most straightforward usernames ever, and d-don't you forget it)
WHERE: Pyro's apartment
WHEN: Jan. 25, 2009
WARNINGS: :O
SUMMARY: Both boys are fed up with this non-killing policy, especially as applied to the Joker, so decide to hang out and grouse about it.
FORMAT: quickpara or whutever
Pyro's apartment really belonged to his boss, but his boss lived in a much nicer one somewhere else. One bedroom was full of stolen goods, being stored until space freed up at the warehouse, but the other was his and all things considered, it wasn't very messy. Neither was the rest of the place. Probably because there was just one teenage boy who hadn't bought a lot of stuff yet. The only hint of personalization so far was a framed poster of Bruce Lee; everything else besides the communicator could belong to someone else.
He grabbed two beers from the fridge (it wasn't like anybody was going to tell on the store he bought them from) and set them on the counter, figuring - speedster, right?
WHERE: Pyro's apartment
WHEN: Jan. 25, 2009
WARNINGS: :O
SUMMARY: Both boys are fed up with this non-killing policy, especially as applied to the Joker, so decide to hang out and grouse about it.
FORMAT: quickpara or whutever
Pyro's apartment really belonged to his boss, but his boss lived in a much nicer one somewhere else. One bedroom was full of stolen goods, being stored until space freed up at the warehouse, but the other was his and all things considered, it wasn't very messy. Neither was the rest of the place. Probably because there was just one teenage boy who hadn't bought a lot of stuff yet. The only hint of personalization so far was a framed poster of Bruce Lee; everything else besides the communicator could belong to someone else.
He grabbed two beers from the fridge (it wasn't like anybody was going to tell on the store he bought them from) and set them on the counter, figuring - speedster, right?