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kore_logs2013-04-26 11:27 am
bonesandskin) wrote in kore_logs2013-04-26 11:27 am
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Who: Oliver and whoever's in the mood
When: Day 65
Where: In and around town
What: Ollie just needs to get out and about. Anybody who'd like to run into him is more than welcome.
He's tired of being cooped up in his attic and he can't stand to sit still for very long anywhere else in the house with the way that the quiet ticking of the clock grows ever louder in his ears, echoing in his skull. Reasonably, Oliver knows that he isn't being watched from there. The strategically placed cameras to which he's slowly beginning to grow accustomed are a blatant reminder of that. But still. Old habits.
It still hurts a bit to walk but he has otherwise mostly healed from his battles prior to arriving in this town. Walking (or limping) around the place, he supposes, will not only help to clear his head but is probably also good for rehabilitating his injury. So, early in the morning, he tugs his flat cap down a bit to block the rising sun from his eyes and begins. He has half a mind to drop in on Charles at some point in the day but that is about as close as he gets to having any purpose save shaking off his restlessness.
When: Day 65
Where: In and around town
What: Ollie just needs to get out and about. Anybody who'd like to run into him is more than welcome.
He's tired of being cooped up in his attic and he can't stand to sit still for very long anywhere else in the house with the way that the quiet ticking of the clock grows ever louder in his ears, echoing in his skull. Reasonably, Oliver knows that he isn't being watched from there. The strategically placed cameras to which he's slowly beginning to grow accustomed are a blatant reminder of that. But still. Old habits.
It still hurts a bit to walk but he has otherwise mostly healed from his battles prior to arriving in this town. Walking (or limping) around the place, he supposes, will not only help to clear his head but is probably also good for rehabilitating his injury. So, early in the morning, he tugs his flat cap down a bit to block the rising sun from his eyes and begins. He has half a mind to drop in on Charles at some point in the day but that is about as close as he gets to having any purpose save shaking off his restlessness.
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"Seems a pleasant day," he says by way of proper greeting.
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He gestures to the step beside him with his knife.