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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 30, 2009 23:08:13 GMT -5
What a fine day it was, morning was beginning to set in as people seemed to wake up and come back to life as they headed to, or already started opening up shops and working around the city, the guards also were exchanging positions as tired once headed toward the towers to get some rest.
Only someone was mooching off a bench in the area, a male lied sprawled out on a bench, one leg hanging off other stretched out. One hand hanging off other laying over his heart. His head back on the bench white hair sticking every which way messily. On the edge of the bench his belt of pockets and bags hung, a creepy looking helmet sitting in the grass beside a large scythe axe looking weapon under the bench.
Here he laid the lazy man. Snoring ever so faintly, was he drunk out late at night? Or perhaps just poor?…or both? But his things were out in plain sight almost as if asking to be stolen, the male didn’t seem to mind, he just laid there sleeping, till the sun his his eyes and he bluntly just pulled his forearm over them not the least bit wakening.
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