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fandomtownies2015-08-15 10:28 am
notgetkilled) wrote in fandomtownies2015-08-15 10:28 am
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Freedom Arms | Saturday
Bellamy wasn't having that great a day. Before coming in this morning, he'd made another attempt to leave. He'd crossed the causeway, gun in hand, thinking that it'd been long enough, that his sister had been without him long enough. He didn't want to be here and he had things to do back on his Earth so he needed to leave.
He'd failed. Again.
Eventually, he'd gone back to the preserve, stowed his things and now he was here, leaning against the wall behind the counter, looking surly and grumpy. But, that was kind of his default state, if he was honest.
[Open, no OCD]
He'd failed. Again.
Eventually, he'd gone back to the preserve, stowed his things and now he was here, leaning against the wall behind the counter, looking surly and grumpy. But, that was kind of his default state, if he was honest.
[Open, no OCD]