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The Preserve, Thursday Afternoon
Aug. 9th, 2012 05:25 pmSometimes, being a werewolf led to annoying errands of a totally unexpected kind.
Today, for example. Several days after the last full moon, Jack had accepted his watch was not at the Community Center, Devil's Nest or the Perk, or anywhere in his house. Which meant it had either gotten stolen, trampled under a rickshaw, or (and he had to admit this possibility was the most likely) it had fallen out of his pocket and gotten left behind in the preserve in his haste to get dressed and go home some morning.
He would have just bought a new watch, but, as this one had been purchased in 1899, it had some sentimental value.
So here he was, prodding under branches with a stick and hoping he'd spot a telltale gleam of gold before the mosquitoes and gnats ate him alive.
It was indeed a glamorous day.
[OOC: For one and NFB, please.]
Today, for example. Several days after the last full moon, Jack had accepted his watch was not at the Community Center, Devil's Nest or the Perk, or anywhere in his house. Which meant it had either gotten stolen, trampled under a rickshaw, or (and he had to admit this possibility was the most likely) it had fallen out of his pocket and gotten left behind in the preserve in his haste to get dressed and go home some morning.
He would have just bought a new watch, but, as this one had been purchased in 1899, it had some sentimental value.
So here he was, prodding under branches with a stick and hoping he'd spot a telltale gleam of gold before the mosquitoes and gnats ate him alive.
It was indeed a glamorous day.
[OOC: For one and NFB, please.]
