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| omg wru | |
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| Date of Scene: | 07 April 2020 |
| Location: | Chinatown |
| Synopsis: | Nada! |
| Cast of Characters: | Artemis Wheeler, Alexander Aaron
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- Artemis Wheeler has posed:
Early evening and there's people in the dojo. Standing outside, Artemis peers in curiously. The Icelandic girl shifts from foot to foot trying to spy if Alexander is inside. Looking at her phone she taps it to see if there's any response. Chewing at her lip, she waits a few moments more before pulling the door open.
- Alexander Aaron has posed:
Outside the dojo in Chinatown at this hour things are pretty quiet. The street market is closed down, the sidewalks are mostly empty as there are few things to be a draw to the general traveller and tourist. Some of the restaurants are doing a brisk business. But that training hall with the old signage in the window looks like... well like it would be better off shut down.
The windows are soaped over, the sign is at least thirty years old with only the word 'OWARA' over top several symbols in Japanese and Mandarin. The door's paint is flaking off, and the handle definitely is rougher than it has any right to be. But it serves, for the people who train at Owara's are not exactly ones who seek attention. And as she opens that door she'll get a view of the inside, the foyer at first. Just a place with an empty desk, a bunch of cubby holes against the far wall, what looks like a doorway leading to the main training area, and another door that leads to perhaps locker rooms?
Yet her investigation is abbreviated by the sound of a voice behind her. "So you were serious, hnh." As the blond youth she met the other day strolls on up, hands in the pockets of his jeans and a backpack lazily on his shoulder. His t-shirt proclaims proudly on its black fabric, 'MISFITS' with a spooky gloomy face in green.
- Artemis Wheeler has posed:
Looking about quickly, Artemis props her hands on her hips. "I never say thing I don't mean." She claims and looks Alexander over. "You're going to fight in that?" She wonders. For her part, the Icelander has on capri yoga pants and a plain hoodie with the Nike logo on it with some flats slipped on. She tilts her head and gestures to the door. "After you Alexander. You still mean to spar-yes?"
