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capeandcowllogs2009-05-30 01:43 am
hackeralastair) wrote in capeandcowllogs2009-05-30 01:43 am
Motorcycle madness
Who: Alastair ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hackeralastair and Kiryu satisfiedsigner
Where: the abandoned motel of home
When: Friday evening-ish (May 29)
Warnings: none that I know of
Summary: biker duelists past and future hanging out.
Format: durr...whatever!
Knowing that there was a large and not-so-fictional creature on the rampage in the City, Alastair had chosen to stay indoors for a while, monitoring the comm for more information. But he was the kind of guy who got bored easily, and then hungry, and couldn't stand to stay cooped up for long. He decided to chance a night out, and after a quick stop by an ATM with his previously-detested dogtags, he was ready to look for company. And it was about time he hooked up with Kyosuke, really. He wanted to see what kind of bike he had, maybe even score a ride. With comm in hand to follow the directions he was given, he made his way down to the place the other duelist called home. Alastair wrinkled his nose a little at the look of the abandoned motel, but he had crashed in some similarly shady places over the past year while traveling Europe, so he wasn't one to complain. He strode up with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, locating the correct door and drawing out one hand to give a knock with the studded knuckles of his gloves.
hackeralastair and Kiryu satisfiedsignerWhere: the abandoned motel of home
When: Friday evening-ish (May 29)
Warnings: none that I know of
Summary: biker duelists past and future hanging out.
Format: durr...whatever!
Knowing that there was a large and not-so-fictional creature on the rampage in the City, Alastair had chosen to stay indoors for a while, monitoring the comm for more information. But he was the kind of guy who got bored easily, and then hungry, and couldn't stand to stay cooped up for long. He decided to chance a night out, and after a quick stop by an ATM with his previously-detested dogtags, he was ready to look for company. And it was about time he hooked up with Kyosuke, really. He wanted to see what kind of bike he had, maybe even score a ride. With comm in hand to follow the directions he was given, he made his way down to the place the other duelist called home. Alastair wrinkled his nose a little at the look of the abandoned motel, but he had crashed in some similarly shady places over the past year while traveling Europe, so he wasn't one to complain. He strode up with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, locating the correct door and drawing out one hand to give a knock with the studded knuckles of his gloves.