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Room 502, Friday Night
Nov. 21st, 2008 08:29 pmThis was an unusual sort of Friday night for Romeo: Lying on his bed, book on retail management open in front of him, rapidly emptying bag of mixed hard candies readily at hand where his cigarettes would have once sat.
Eighteen, it turned out, was a very innocent age.
He took some notes on pricing in his leather-bound journal, pausing as he turned the page to wonder what the citizens of Verona would make of the scene. No doubt they'd think him mad.
Perhaps he was, a gentle, dull kind of madness.
It wasn't so bad.
[OOC: Door cracked and knockable.]
Eighteen, it turned out, was a very innocent age.
He took some notes on pricing in his leather-bound journal, pausing as he turned the page to wonder what the citizens of Verona would make of the scene. No doubt they'd think him mad.
Perhaps he was, a gentle, dull kind of madness.
It wasn't so bad.
[OOC: Door cracked and knockable.]
