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capeandcowllogs2012-07-18 02:48 pm
namekian) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-18 02:48 pm
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Who Piccolo namekian and YOU
Where Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
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Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
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All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.
How were people even able to think here?
He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.
namekian and YOUWhere Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
Warning None
Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
Format whatev
All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.
How were people even able to think here?
He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.
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"Maybe not where you're from. But Baba Yaga definitely keeps naughty girls in her realm and fattens them up for a meal. She makes the girls pick stones and whoever gets the marked stone ends up dinner. And I was going to end up dinner because I was trying to escape."
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So apparently Kenzi was a 'naughty girl'. That didn't surprise him. Nothing about wielding a chainsaw sounded like a girl that behaved. He tossed the last bit of pretzel to the pigeons. "Good way to get out of there. You're more clever than you look."
Perhaps that was her advantage.
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She broke up what was left of her pretzel and tossed it to the birds before she turned to tick her tongue out at Piccolo. "Of course I'm clever. I wouldn't still be alive if I weren't."
Clever and lucky.
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He glanced up. So much for people watching, it was obvious that they were the ones being watched. "Tch." He got up, eyes awkwardly drawing away from him.
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