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capeandcowllogs2011-05-10 10:48 pm
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WHO: Luck and Clover
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: the general vicinity of the MAC.
SUMMARY: So Luck is currently fifteen and his memory has more or less been put through a blender, which is a recipe for... something. Fortunately Clover isn't likely to care too much if he forgets that he's not supposed to mention the whole 'I Was A Teenage Mobster' thing.
WARNINGS: Well he is a teenage mobster. Probably nothing serious though.
FORMAT: Starting with para, after that, anything goes.
His efforts at figuring out what was going on in his city hadn't really come to much, so, feeling kind of discouraged, Luck slouched in a chair in the MAC's lobby. He still hadn't heard anything from Keith, Berga, or any of their people; he hadn't even been able to get hold of Firo to find out if the Martillos had pulled a similar vanishing act, which made it all the more likely that they had.
If something was going down, why had he been left out of the loop?
He felt like he ought to do something. His family was supposed to take care of their territory, even if he was the only one representing the family right now and it was only technically his territory in the sense that he was living in it. He'd had the vague thought of at least going up to make sure Clover was okay and that her brother hadn't gone missing too or something, but then he realized he had no idea which apartment was hers.
Which, if he were going to admit it, might have been part of the reason he was cooling his heels in the lobby. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: the general vicinity of the MAC.
SUMMARY: So Luck is currently fifteen and his memory has more or less been put through a blender, which is a recipe for... something. Fortunately Clover isn't likely to care too much if he forgets that he's not supposed to mention the whole 'I Was A Teenage Mobster' thing.
WARNINGS: Well he is a teenage mobster. Probably nothing serious though.
FORMAT: Starting with para, after that, anything goes.
His efforts at figuring out what was going on in his city hadn't really come to much, so, feeling kind of discouraged, Luck slouched in a chair in the MAC's lobby. He still hadn't heard anything from Keith, Berga, or any of their people; he hadn't even been able to get hold of Firo to find out if the Martillos had pulled a similar vanishing act, which made it all the more likely that they had.
If something was going down, why had he been left out of the loop?
He felt like he ought to do something. His family was supposed to take care of their territory, even if he was the only one representing the family right now and it was only technically his territory in the sense that he was living in it. He'd had the vague thought of at least going up to make sure Clover was okay and that her brother hadn't gone missing too or something, but then he realized he had no idea which apartment was hers.
Which, if he were going to admit it, might have been part of the reason he was cooling his heels in the lobby. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.