The Park - Sunday Evening

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It was snowing.

Wilson had to laugh at the irony but after a few hours of watching the light snow fall, watching it start to coat the ground lightly, the young doctor could no longer contain himself. Whereever he was, Phale wouldn't forgive him for missing a chance to walk and play in a fresh snowfall. Bundling up in his winter coat and scarf, Wilson slipped out of the house.

Heading for the park, Wilson turned his face up to the fine snowfall. It probably wouldn't amount to anything but it was pretty while it fell and the silence was always so serene and peaceful, it helped settle the young doctor's anxious mind. As he walked, he found himself grinning and eventually he found himself ducking down to pack what snow he could into a little ball, which he then amused himself with, throwing them small balls at the trees in the park.

[ooc: Wilson is here for a purpose but ze park tis open for all your evening park needs]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John walks around the park, and takes a picture of Wilson. *click*

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Waldo was walking around, staring at the snowflakes with a magnifying glass. He was checking if all of them were truly unique.