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Back Yard, 33 Apocalypse, Tuesday Night
Oct. 16th, 2012 09:27 pmIt wasn't the full moon, but that didn't mean Jack couldn't be restless. His room felt very small, some nights.
He'd taken a thriller novel out to the house's back yard and was sitting underneath a tree -- half reading (the dark was no challenge, now), half simply letting himself exist with the stars and the scurrying creatures.
Other than some weirdly noisy mating frogs in the distance, it was incredibly peaceful.
[OOC: For one, though open if you have reason to be in his backyard.]
He'd taken a thriller novel out to the house's back yard and was sitting underneath a tree -- half reading (the dark was no challenge, now), half simply letting himself exist with the stars and the scurrying creatures.
Other than some weirdly noisy mating frogs in the distance, it was incredibly peaceful.
[OOC: For one, though open if you have reason to be in his backyard.]
