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hadriel_logs2017-05-15 07:45 pm
feelslikeimspilling) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-05-15 07:45 pm
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[Open & Close ] To the perpetually plain ...
Who: Will Graham and various others!
What: Catch-all log for before Will's death
Where: Various locations around the City
When: Backdated to start of the month, before the 12th
Warnings: To Be Announced! Just arguing and possible violence?
Will had been hanging out with Jill Valentine pretty much since he arrived here, he'd even been tagging along on some of her patrols for the Guard. Sure, it wasn't the kind of police work he'd been used to back when he worked in Homicide, and it was a far stretch from the job Jack Crawford had him doing as a special agent with the FBI, but it was something.
He'd done a little snooping, found out what kind of people worked for the City Guard and how someone would go about getting in. Henry, that was they guy he'd been told to go talk to and he fully intended to! But first, he wanted his gun back.
Sending Maketh a message seemed like the logical thing to do, however, Will knew Maketh and how she felt about him, there was no way she'd simply agree to give him his weapon back via text. No, he waited around the Guardpost until she was on shift. He'd jimmied the door open with a small knife taken from the armory seeing as no one was around and he didn't fancy hanging outside.
So there he was, sitting in one of the chairs, thumbing his way through a bunch of paperwork that had rather clumsily been left out. Waiting for Maketh was nerve wrecking, he never knew what kind of a mood she was going to be in.
It had been a while since Will had visited the Armory. He'd been specifically banned from it actually! But still, as he recalled, he was banned from taking a weapon from there, not actually going in and handling the weapons. Sure, that might have been a small technicality but Will was going with it.
There he was, picking up various weapons, some of which he had only seen in books and movies. Currently swinging what looked like some kind of spear around, thrusting it and attempting to get a feel of it, before picking up something that resembled a Zweihander.
Sure, these kind of weapons were not ideal but Will was struggling to see how safe and protected he'd feel with just a flip knife and old rusty gun that only had one bullet. It was while picturing how stupid he'd look with one of these anicient weapons, that Will lost his hold, dropping the sword to the ground with a loud, resonating clatter. Grimacing his face, knowing full well it would have disturbed anyone else in there.
Time to make a swift exit, empty handed of course.
Just as promised, Will was going to show Lance how to look after one of the fennec foxes he'd been caring for. Okay, so maybe he got the feeling that Lance just wanted to play with something cute for a few hours, but still, it was something different to do in the Cave and Will was probably just as curious about Lance as he was about him. They'd never met in person yet and it was when face to face that Will got a real feel of a person's character.
Taking the initiative, Will decided to call Lance as he was already on his way to the apartment with a few of the animals. He sent a message with his address at the Spires and waited for Lance to respond and come over. Hannibal was out, probably at the clinic or collecting ingredients for dinner, so it seemed like a perfect time to have company over. SOmehtin Will didn't do often.
The whole in the wall where the window had been smashed through, was now covered with cardboard and a sheet, hopefully, Lance wouldn't ask too many questions about it.
Will was down by the Lake, he'd promised to catch more fish and help save up a stockpile of food in case the City should need it. He wanted to get started on it right away, start the smoking and drying process as soon as possible so the fish he caught wouldn't get wasted or ruin.
He'd also promised some people that he would teach them how to fish, sent out a message on the network letting people know he'd be down here and should they want to, he'd be willing to spare a few hours and show them the ropes. He only had one rod but there were so many other ways to catch a fish. Will had set up a rock formation in a more shallow part of the lake, a funnel of pebbles and stones to filter the fish in the dip he'd made. It got you wet, but it was a pretty effective way to fish with your hands.
[ note: feel free to add your own starter if there was something else you wanted for Will! This is a catch-all log so anything is welcomed! ]
What: Catch-all log for before Will's death
Where: Various locations around the City
When: Backdated to start of the month, before the 12th
Warnings: To Be Announced! Just arguing and possible violence?
[ Closed to Maketh ]
Will had been hanging out with Jill Valentine pretty much since he arrived here, he'd even been tagging along on some of her patrols for the Guard. Sure, it wasn't the kind of police work he'd been used to back when he worked in Homicide, and it was a far stretch from the job Jack Crawford had him doing as a special agent with the FBI, but it was something.
He'd done a little snooping, found out what kind of people worked for the City Guard and how someone would go about getting in. Henry, that was they guy he'd been told to go talk to and he fully intended to! But first, he wanted his gun back.
Sending Maketh a message seemed like the logical thing to do, however, Will knew Maketh and how she felt about him, there was no way she'd simply agree to give him his weapon back via text. No, he waited around the Guardpost until she was on shift. He'd jimmied the door open with a small knife taken from the armory seeing as no one was around and he didn't fancy hanging outside.
So there he was, sitting in one of the chairs, thumbing his way through a bunch of paperwork that had rather clumsily been left out. Waiting for Maketh was nerve wrecking, he never knew what kind of a mood she was going to be in.
[ Closed to Sato ]
It had been a while since Will had visited the Armory. He'd been specifically banned from it actually! But still, as he recalled, he was banned from taking a weapon from there, not actually going in and handling the weapons. Sure, that might have been a small technicality but Will was going with it.
There he was, picking up various weapons, some of which he had only seen in books and movies. Currently swinging what looked like some kind of spear around, thrusting it and attempting to get a feel of it, before picking up something that resembled a Zweihander.
Sure, these kind of weapons were not ideal but Will was struggling to see how safe and protected he'd feel with just a flip knife and old rusty gun that only had one bullet. It was while picturing how stupid he'd look with one of these anicient weapons, that Will lost his hold, dropping the sword to the ground with a loud, resonating clatter. Grimacing his face, knowing full well it would have disturbed anyone else in there.
Time to make a swift exit, empty handed of course.
[ Closed to Lance ]
Just as promised, Will was going to show Lance how to look after one of the fennec foxes he'd been caring for. Okay, so maybe he got the feeling that Lance just wanted to play with something cute for a few hours, but still, it was something different to do in the Cave and Will was probably just as curious about Lance as he was about him. They'd never met in person yet and it was when face to face that Will got a real feel of a person's character.
Taking the initiative, Will decided to call Lance as he was already on his way to the apartment with a few of the animals. He sent a message with his address at the Spires and waited for Lance to respond and come over. Hannibal was out, probably at the clinic or collecting ingredients for dinner, so it seemed like a perfect time to have company over. SOmehtin Will didn't do often.
The whole in the wall where the window had been smashed through, was now covered with cardboard and a sheet, hopefully, Lance wouldn't ask too many questions about it.
[ Open to All ]
Will was down by the Lake, he'd promised to catch more fish and help save up a stockpile of food in case the City should need it. He wanted to get started on it right away, start the smoking and drying process as soon as possible so the fish he caught wouldn't get wasted or ruin.
He'd also promised some people that he would teach them how to fish, sent out a message on the network letting people know he'd be down here and should they want to, he'd be willing to spare a few hours and show them the ropes. He only had one rod but there were so many other ways to catch a fish. Will had set up a rock formation in a more shallow part of the lake, a funnel of pebbles and stones to filter the fish in the dip he'd made. It got you wet, but it was a pretty effective way to fish with your hands.
[ note: feel free to add your own starter if there was something else you wanted for Will! This is a catch-all log so anything is welcomed! ]