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capeandcowllogs2010-03-10 09:22 am
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Now open your eyes, the pieces are all over [incomplete/semi-open]
WHO: Hiruma and Saitou. Also open to Kiryu, Alastair and Bakura if they happen to be around.
WHERE: Hell Towers floor 10, the bachelor pad
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon of March 9th
WARNINGS: Rated H! For Hiruma.
SUMMARY: Saitou has acquired a new power, one that Hiruma is intimately familiar with. Time for some training with the commander from Hell. And yes, I am putting up these logs at 9 AM during my cell biology class WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT?
FORMAT: Paragraph to start. Whatever Ay wants after.
Hiruma had mixed feelings about this little... diversion. His diversion from the main diversion of the carnival. He had hopped on the first plane that morning. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but he had actually just snuck on the plane through the cargo hold. It was surprisingly easy for even a larger-sized bat to hide itself among the suitcases and mail. Sure, the ride was less than comfortable, and it got really frickin' cold sometimes, but in the end he saved about 3, 4 hours by not burdening himself with security lines and luggage.
Upon arrival in the City, Hiruma went shopping. Lunch, really. He arrived back at his apartment complex about an hour and a half after he landed. He then even had the courtesy to knock at the door of the bachelor pad, a small plastic grocery bag and a cup of coffee in hand. Of course, that didn't stop him from either opening the unlocked door or using his master key to open the door if it was locked. Wolves can't open doors, after all, and Hiruma wasn't sure if Kiryu was home. Alastair would be at work.
"Helllooooooooooo~" He called out. "Ookami-san? Kekekeke."
WHERE: Hell Towers floor 10, the bachelor pad
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon of March 9th
WARNINGS: Rated H! For Hiruma.
SUMMARY: Saitou has acquired a new power, one that Hiruma is intimately familiar with. Time for some training with the commander from Hell. And yes, I am putting up these logs at 9 AM during my cell biology class WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT?
FORMAT: Paragraph to start. Whatever Ay wants after.
Hiruma had mixed feelings about this little... diversion. His diversion from the main diversion of the carnival. He had hopped on the first plane that morning. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but he had actually just snuck on the plane through the cargo hold. It was surprisingly easy for even a larger-sized bat to hide itself among the suitcases and mail. Sure, the ride was less than comfortable, and it got really frickin' cold sometimes, but in the end he saved about 3, 4 hours by not burdening himself with security lines and luggage.
Upon arrival in the City, Hiruma went shopping. Lunch, really. He arrived back at his apartment complex about an hour and a half after he landed. He then even had the courtesy to knock at the door of the bachelor pad, a small plastic grocery bag and a cup of coffee in hand. Of course, that didn't stop him from either opening the unlocked door or using his master key to open the door if it was locked. Wolves can't open doors, after all, and Hiruma wasn't sure if Kiryu was home. Alastair would be at work.
"Helllooooooooooo~" He called out. "Ookami-san? Kekekeke."
:< SORRY BABY
A pause.
"Though a rat would be useful for hiding out.... kekekekekeke."
sigh I'm just sorry we handed it to em after having a 12-point lead for so long :/
"I can hide well enough without a rat being involved."
D: Such a shame...
Hiruma dug around in his bag again and pulled out an apple. The rest of his lunch. "Kekeke, well now we know why you got ported out and in so fast, at least!"
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"Yeah yeah. So what happened anyway? Just woke up that way?"
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"I believe so."
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"That's weird." a pause, "Or maybe not."