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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 25, 2007 17:49:37 GMT
Sorry for this, just felt like multi-tasking with RPs and this came as a plot-bunny that I couldn't finish alone. So whoever wants to get involved, go ahead, I'm not bothered whoever walks in on t'scene =]
Gene leant against the red-bricked wall of the Railway Arms, his hands settled deep inside his jacket pockets, fumbling with the Cortina's keys.
Where are they? They were meant to be here by now...
He lifted one hand from his pocket and checked his gold watch, the face of which was rather scratched from the battles it had been involved in, well, the battles the arm it was attached to had been involved in.
It's 6 o'clock already, the pub closes in 5 hours. Lazy bastards.
Staring at the steering wheel through the window of the Cortina parked in front of him, Gene couldn't resist the temptation, slid over the bonnet and hopped inside.
He slumped back in the chair, exhaled heavily and pressed a button on the dashboard, turning the radio on to the sound of Free singing about a Wishing Well.
Ah, that'll do.
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