Feb 22, 2013
Alan grabs two glasses
Alan walks into the room where he last saw Desmond in.
He looks inside for Desmond, and still holding the two glasses, says, "Hey Mr Miles, care for a drink?"
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Alan grabs two glasses
Alan walks into the room where he last saw Desmond in.
He looks inside for Desmond, and still holding the two glasses, says, "Hey Mr Miles, care for a drink?"
Oh hey. Look what I did.
I'll add details later on.
betrayal memories lies death
Betrayal: Betrayal is never forgiven. She can never trust that person again. This was never the case until her village was destroyed.
Memories: She tries to shut out memories of her family. It's too painful to remember that she used to be happier.
Lies: She hates liars, and lies are not easily forgiven. Lying in almost equal to betrayal in her eyes.
Death: Alsoomse was severely suicidal after her village's attack. She's much better now, but every once in a while, she'll crack.
weirddesmond
Claire grinned as she looked over the man, giving a nod of approval before saying anything,"Heya, good lookin'. Come here often?"
run weirddesmond mun before iTS TOO LATE YOU DONT KNOW WHAT KINDA TROUBLE YOU'RE GETTING INTO
∇ //ehehhehe/shot
Andy and Ani find Desmond interesting and also care for his safety.
The male persona seems to find it rather interesting the last few times he interacted with him.
Desmond pretended to be looking down and admiring the ground as he heard the artist past him. He couldn't help a small chuckle when Leo bumped into a woman who dropped her basket and started apologizing profusely.
"Mi dispiace, madonna, so sorry--" Leonardo said, ducking out of the woman's way and continuing down the street. But no matter how far he went, he couldn't see Desmond nor his beloved hat.
On a whim he looked to the rooftop and there came an idea. Why wouldn't Desmond be hiding up there? Easiest thing to do, really -- or, at least, for Assassins. He found himself a ladder and began to climb.
Laughing loudly as he ran with the artist on his heel, he turned a sharp corner with the hat perched on his head. Blending in with the crowd, Desmond grinned and ducked low to sit on one of the benches.
Leonardo skidded to a halt as he was suddenly confronted with a crowd of people. Of all the people to steal his hat, it had to be an Assassin...he craned his neck, trying to spot the American with his red beret...All to no avail. Sighing, he began to weave through the crowds, murmuring apologies to those he gently pushed aside. Well, Desmond had to be here somewhere.