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capeandcowllogs2012-05-20 09:34 pm
phobic) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-05-20 09:34 pm
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you made your little bed oh little wing jumped out a five story window
WHO: Terrybat irreverently and Joncrow phobic
WHERE: One of Jon's hideyholes.
WHEN: Backdated to 5am this morning.
WARNINGS: Nah it's cool
SUMMARY: Terry pulls a fast one and gets himself employed as part time help for the Scarecrow to keep an eye on his grouchy ass.
FORMAT: I'm actioning cnc2020 tired my prosebrain
[He'd actually swept up most of the broken glass in the modest, rural farmhouse, the kitchen more or less dedicated to chemical work and the living room a haven of books, stacked in precarious piles, with a couch and a blanket, because making up beds sucked. The rest of the place was as cold and sterile and sad and abandoned as Terry's Bruce's Wayne Manor, though there was a squawking baleful crow outside in lieu of Ace.
Trying to do everything with one hand was frustrating to the extreme, and he hadn't yet mastered the art of constructs fine enough to help him manage detail work without breaking things left right and center. Hopefully one of the two boys he'd hired would be up to the task. He glanced expectantly at the clock.]
irreverently and Joncrow phobicWHERE: One of Jon's hideyholes.
WHEN: Backdated to 5am this morning.
WARNINGS: Nah it's cool
SUMMARY: Terry pulls a fast one and gets himself employed as part time help for the Scarecrow to keep an eye on his grouchy ass.
FORMAT: I'm actioning cnc2020 tired my prosebrain
[He'd actually swept up most of the broken glass in the modest, rural farmhouse, the kitchen more or less dedicated to chemical work and the living room a haven of books, stacked in precarious piles, with a couch and a blanket, because making up beds sucked. The rest of the place was as cold and sterile and sad and abandoned as Terry's Bruce's Wayne Manor, though there was a squawking baleful crow outside in lieu of Ace.
Trying to do everything with one hand was frustrating to the extreme, and he hadn't yet mastered the art of constructs fine enough to help him manage detail work without breaking things left right and center. Hopefully one of the two boys he'd hired would be up to the task. He glanced expectantly at the clock.]