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Post by Kiet on Dec 7, 2009 15:15:35 GMT -5
Grand Central Park, the largest park within New York City and famous with good reason. There are bridges that cross over huge lakes, horse trollies that can take you anywhere you wish, plenty of pleasant spots to read in the shade of a tree or have a picnic.
Fighting is allowed but will attract police attention.
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Post by bastof on Dec 22, 2009 0:23:12 GMT -5
Drendon stood leaning against a tree scanning the park out of nothing more than habit. The city had been strangely quiet for the past few weeks, as though Drendon had some knack for finding all of the pockets hidden from the waves of holliday shoppers and storefronts. Here in the park there was only a faint ringing of bells signifying a collector for some non profit organization or another. Probably the Red Bells Drendon thought to himself, 'how nice'.
It wasn't that Drendon didn't feel some small empathetic tug when he thought of charities but this year was different for some reason, and he just couldn't seem to shake the overwhelming sense of desperate depression he hadn't felt since highschool. Strangely he almost wished someone would interrupt his brooding, sometimes it helped.
Drendon issues a quiet sigh and wrapped his wool 3/4th duster closer, the srape of rough cloth against his skin were his ragged shirt failed to cover flesh. His black leather short boots scuffed the pavement in almost silence, his dark blue jeans matching the dirty navy blue of his duster. 'Just like every other night'.....
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