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capeandcowllogs2013-07-18 06:39 pm
swordedpast) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-07-18 06:39 pm
The times, they got too clear.
WHO: Archer (swordedpast) and OPEN.
WHERE: Various locations throughout the City.
WHEN: The latter half of July.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
SUMMARY: After his return from his own world to the City and the storm of personal drama that ensued, Archer regroups by sleeping in parks, walking dogs, practicing at an archery range, and (of course) brooding on rooftops.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
»» ONE »»»»» JULY 14th THROUGH 18th, VARIOUS PARKS THROUGHOUT THE CITY.
The heat has been stifling lately. But that doesn't stop the City from proceeding on its busy way, and it definitely doesn't put brakes on Archer's certain descent into a pit of melancholy bitterness. His only concession to the heat, in fact, is that he isn't wearing his signature red mantle: only the black body armor beneath it. Or is that a concession to the heat? Maybe it's something else. It's not like the weather was cool before, and he was still wearing the coat then...
He's left his apartment in the MAC, and he has no intention of going back. The problem is he has nowhere else to go. That's why, every night for the first few days after his return to the City, Archer finds his rest in a secluded spot within the nearest park. He has a duffel bag full of clothes and necessities for a pillow; what else does he need? Certainly material comforts have long since been of no interest to him. That might also explain why he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that, for these first few days after his return and the subsequent fight with Shirou Emiya, he's all but covered in bruises.
And yet...
He misses having company in the evenings. He misses making breakfast in the mornings. He has every intention of looking cold and remote as he washes up on a quiet bench after waking, but maybe he winds up looking a little wistful instead. And if one happens to show up at just the right time, one might catch him tossing bread from a hot dog roll at pigeons. He just doesn't feel right anymore if he's not feeding somebody.
»» TWO »»»»» MORNINGS AND EVENINGS OF JULY 18th AND ONWARDS, MIDTOWN.
For all that he claims to be ruthless and selfish now, the fact is that over the past nine months that he's been in the City, Archer has been a force for helpfulness. He's fallen back into old habits at his various part-time jobs, doing favors for coworkers and regular customers after barely being asked, showing neither excessive friendliness nor the slightest complaint--aside from occasional admonishments not to rely on other people's help too much, most of which are soon enough dismissed as bluster.
So it's no surprise that before long, people who recognize him at his jobs are asking why he looks under the weather lately and just what's going on. He doesn't give much information and lies for most of it, but somehow he still winds up with a temporary place to stay on the condition that he take care of a vacationing resident's pets. He accepts, telling himself that it has nothing to do with wanting the company of the animals and everything to do with needing a place to stay.
Yes, it's entirely for pragmatic reasons that for a week, come the mornings and evenings, it's easy to encounter Archer dressed in casual civilian clothes, trailing two dogs on a leash through the streets of the City. Actually, at first sight it's hard to tell that he's got two dogs. One of them is obvious enough--an enormous fluffy white creature, trotting ahead of Archer at a pace made slow and lazy by the heat. The other, though, is easily hidden by that great white bulk, being the same color itself--at least, until it starts yapping furiously and bounding energetically ahead.
This is not how he wants the people who know him to see him. To that end, he's wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. Sometimes, though...sometimes, the little Maltese gets excited and dashes about, and maybe Archer's cunning disguise is jostled by his frantic attempt to keep up...
»» THREE »»»»» AFTERNOONS OF JULY 19th AND ONWARDS, UPTOWN.
Outside the uptown sports club, signs proclaim proudly that they've recently expanded and are now offering tours of their new second-floor facilities. Inside, the first floor is ordinary enough, featuring several tennis and squash courts, some weight and aerobics machines, and single basketball court. That's enough to be proud of in an indoor club, but of course it's of no interest to Archer, who can't be found anywhere on the first floor. Instead, he's on that new second floor, where the club has branched out to include rock climbing and an archery range. He doesn't care about the first one, and normally he'd have little enough interest in the second, but with his powers nullified for the time being, he falls back on making sure he keeps his skills sharp.
All the same, he's really out of place here. One of the patrons owes him a favor after he fixed her fancy car some months ago, back when he was in a kinder mood, so he's using her guest pass, but he still doesn't quite belong. The atmosphere is too refined and also too mellow, and here's Archer dressed all in black with eyes that are far too serious, regarding his equipment and surroundings with aloof disdain.
Nevertheless, every practice shot he fires hits dead-on in the center of the target. He's calm and detached as he practices, as if his mind is somewhere in another world.
»» FOUR »»»»» THE NIGHTS.
And, of course, Archer can frequently be found brooding on a rooftop at night, even if he's now minus his trademark red coat.
swordedpast) and OPEN.WHERE: Various locations throughout the City.
WHEN: The latter half of July.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
SUMMARY: After his return from his own world to the City and the storm of personal drama that ensued, Archer regroups by sleeping in parks, walking dogs, practicing at an archery range, and (of course) brooding on rooftops.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
»» ONE »»»»» JULY 14th THROUGH 18th, VARIOUS PARKS THROUGHOUT THE CITY.
The heat has been stifling lately. But that doesn't stop the City from proceeding on its busy way, and it definitely doesn't put brakes on Archer's certain descent into a pit of melancholy bitterness. His only concession to the heat, in fact, is that he isn't wearing his signature red mantle: only the black body armor beneath it. Or is that a concession to the heat? Maybe it's something else. It's not like the weather was cool before, and he was still wearing the coat then...
He's left his apartment in the MAC, and he has no intention of going back. The problem is he has nowhere else to go. That's why, every night for the first few days after his return to the City, Archer finds his rest in a secluded spot within the nearest park. He has a duffel bag full of clothes and necessities for a pillow; what else does he need? Certainly material comforts have long since been of no interest to him. That might also explain why he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that, for these first few days after his return and the subsequent fight with Shirou Emiya, he's all but covered in bruises.
And yet...
He misses having company in the evenings. He misses making breakfast in the mornings. He has every intention of looking cold and remote as he washes up on a quiet bench after waking, but maybe he winds up looking a little wistful instead. And if one happens to show up at just the right time, one might catch him tossing bread from a hot dog roll at pigeons. He just doesn't feel right anymore if he's not feeding somebody.
»» TWO »»»»» MORNINGS AND EVENINGS OF JULY 18th AND ONWARDS, MIDTOWN.
For all that he claims to be ruthless and selfish now, the fact is that over the past nine months that he's been in the City, Archer has been a force for helpfulness. He's fallen back into old habits at his various part-time jobs, doing favors for coworkers and regular customers after barely being asked, showing neither excessive friendliness nor the slightest complaint--aside from occasional admonishments not to rely on other people's help too much, most of which are soon enough dismissed as bluster.
So it's no surprise that before long, people who recognize him at his jobs are asking why he looks under the weather lately and just what's going on. He doesn't give much information and lies for most of it, but somehow he still winds up with a temporary place to stay on the condition that he take care of a vacationing resident's pets. He accepts, telling himself that it has nothing to do with wanting the company of the animals and everything to do with needing a place to stay.
Yes, it's entirely for pragmatic reasons that for a week, come the mornings and evenings, it's easy to encounter Archer dressed in casual civilian clothes, trailing two dogs on a leash through the streets of the City. Actually, at first sight it's hard to tell that he's got two dogs. One of them is obvious enough--an enormous fluffy white creature, trotting ahead of Archer at a pace made slow and lazy by the heat. The other, though, is easily hidden by that great white bulk, being the same color itself--at least, until it starts yapping furiously and bounding energetically ahead.
This is not how he wants the people who know him to see him. To that end, he's wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. Sometimes, though...sometimes, the little Maltese gets excited and dashes about, and maybe Archer's cunning disguise is jostled by his frantic attempt to keep up...
»» THREE »»»»» AFTERNOONS OF JULY 19th AND ONWARDS, UPTOWN.
Outside the uptown sports club, signs proclaim proudly that they've recently expanded and are now offering tours of their new second-floor facilities. Inside, the first floor is ordinary enough, featuring several tennis and squash courts, some weight and aerobics machines, and single basketball court. That's enough to be proud of in an indoor club, but of course it's of no interest to Archer, who can't be found anywhere on the first floor. Instead, he's on that new second floor, where the club has branched out to include rock climbing and an archery range. He doesn't care about the first one, and normally he'd have little enough interest in the second, but with his powers nullified for the time being, he falls back on making sure he keeps his skills sharp.
All the same, he's really out of place here. One of the patrons owes him a favor after he fixed her fancy car some months ago, back when he was in a kinder mood, so he's using her guest pass, but he still doesn't quite belong. The atmosphere is too refined and also too mellow, and here's Archer dressed all in black with eyes that are far too serious, regarding his equipment and surroundings with aloof disdain.
Nevertheless, every practice shot he fires hits dead-on in the center of the target. He's calm and detached as he practices, as if his mind is somewhere in another world.
»» FOUR »»»»» THE NIGHTS.
And, of course, Archer can frequently be found brooding on a rooftop at night, even if he's now minus his trademark red coat.