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[perfectsymmetry]

After last week's truthful phone call, Crowe's daring to venture outside again. He really hates wasting the nice summer weather, after all. So it's time to get back to life as usual in Mayfield. As usual as it ever gets, anyway.

A) How does Crowe vent frustration? SPORTS! Well, in this case, martial arts practice. Crowe's been training religiously in Mayfield in his long stint here, and has had a few different trainers. Today, he'll be teaching the boxing equipment a lesson it'll never forget, complete with some yelling as he throws some punches and kicks. Who knew Crowe had it in him? That meek personality hides a fierce fighter underneath. He tries to go to the rec center just as it opens, hoping there will be less people for him to bother with all the noise. But there's bound to be some other early birds there, right? Maybe some who want to see what's going on, or maybe even spar.

B) Later that day, exhausted from his workout, Crowe heads to his usual hangout, the park. He's working at a picnic table in the shade, and in front of him lies his dozens of newly-developed photos. Crowe takes pictures of all non-droned people in town, and has been doing so for months. He's looking through the new ones, pictures spread out on the table that anyone passing by could see. You might be in there, or someone you know. He has his old albums there with him too, and is sorting them all away. His iPhone is sitting on the bench next to him, quietly playing music. Some of the older ones he flips through, looking over the ones of his now droned friends sadly. Once in awhile, a breeze picks a photo or two up, and he has to chase after. Maybe it blows your way?

Tucked away in one of the albums is also a piece of paper that you might find him looking over. Ciel gave it to him months ago, and he's still trying to figure out what it could mean.

Comments

B

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Mika got her hands on a cane and made a small escape from the house, needing a chance to move around and get some fresh air. The faint sound of music had made her limp toward the park, and she was making her way over the grass when a fluttering photograph caught her attention. Her ears twitched and she caught it out of the air, turning it over to get a good look at it.

Her tail twitches as she supports her weight with the cane, glancing up as Crowe moves. She holds up the photo, careful not to scratch it with her claws.]

This yours?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[This particular photo is of a handsome man with platinum hair (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/103222529/29657736). The back reads: "Frederick II (Fritz)" and a date in March on it. Crowe trots up to fetch it.]

Ah, yes, it is. Sorry. Thanks.

b

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[The music is what draws Aaron. He's curious.

Little device playing music! Aaron decided to not be a dork and ask how it fit CDs. He knows Crowe is from the future.]]

Hey Crowe, it's been a while.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Aaron, hey. It sure has. How are you?

B

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is wandering in the park, while the breeze dies down a bit. Without it, she seeks shade and finds Crowe. ]

Appropriate music, hon. How are you?

[ She doesn't immediately sit down next to him, waiting to see how he reacts. ]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a tired smile.] Ah, they're my favorite, is all. I'm alright. How're you?

B

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart was getting ready to crash into the pond at the park when he sees Crowe at the picnic table with all his stuff.]

Yo dude!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He gives a little wave.] Hey Mart. What's up?

B

[survived]

[Tsubasa loves absentmindedly wandering around the park, and that's exactly what he's doing today while fiddling with an invention in his hand.

You really can't expect him to not bound over when he sees Crowe.]

Hey!

[A pause as he notices the pictures. These people look awfully familiar....]

NUAAAAGH! Hair streak guy's a stalker!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD WHAT]

N-No! What?! I'm not!!

B

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[The park had easily become one of Wilhelm's favorite spots as well. It seemed to be one of the most peaceful, and yet also the one to have the most diverse cross-section of humanity to view.

His ears prick up a bit at the music, and he wanders over, not entirely surprised when at who he finds sitting there.]

Lennon was quite correct when he wrote that song, you know.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe looks up at Wilhelm, the faintest of smiles on his face.] I'd like to think so.

A

[ex_seventh238]

[She usually doesn't go to the rec center often, but going from a full house to three drones in the span of one week, Ciel admits that she found herself making more and more excuses to look for a reason to not be home as much as possible. She was just coming in with a long and thin box slung over her shoulders (what looks suspiciously like it may encase some firearms...), before noticing Crowe fiercely beating the ever-loving daylights out of that punching bag.

...My, he's certainly spirited.

If he noticed her, she'll greet and wave, but if not, she'll just... Quietly sit down and watch him for a bit, yes. :|b She can talk to him once he stops for water break or something.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He won't notice her at first. Once he stops to catch his breath, he gets the feeling someone is watching, and sees her there.

Oh.]

Ah. Hi, Ciel.

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Crowe. Your monkey thiefbro has been undroned and one of the photos blowing away smacks in his face]

Huh?! [Nearly stumbles backwards and then grabs it to see what it is. I'll let you decide what the photo is]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Oh, Zidane! [Crowe trots up, grabbing the photos and looking glad to see his friend back to normal. The picture Zidane picks up has a boy with a pretty remarkable haircut (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104091822/28637009), looking stoic. The name on the back says "Kakyoin" and is dated March.]

O-Oh, Zidane!

A

[shadowflashkick.livejournal.com]

Crowe?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He whirls around, not expecting anyone to be there. Oops.]

O-Oh. Hi.

A

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[It is the sound of screaming that attracts him. Done with his paper route for the morning, Lucas is on his way home when he hears a very faint cry; he wouldn't have paid it any mind if a dead body hadn't been discovered in the rec center just a week ago. He'll quietly slip off his table and sneak silently to the door to peek in.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe's in there alone, and it's mostly dark yet. But he's giving that sandbag one hell of a beating, complete with martial arts-style yelling to accompany. Jecht would be proud. Crowe stops to catch his breath a moment, wiping sweat off his brow with his forearm, when he notices the light coming from the open door.]

Oh. Lucas?

A: [ Action ] - Racquetball Court

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Hey Crowe, when you're pausing from your killing the boxing sand bags, you hear activity in the racquetball courts next to the weight room. It's curious, since only drones play racquetball, but you hear non-drone-like sounds like grunts! The voice sounds familiar, too.

If Crowe would investigate from the balcony, he would see Souji practicing by himself at a court. He's covered in sweat and he's panting hard, but so far he's returned every one of his strong-hitting volleys to the wall. Give a shout? Toss something at him from the spectating balcony? ]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Souji's here this early, too? He'll watch for a few minutes, catching his breath, before coming downstairs. He'll get Souji's attention when he can.]

I thought I was the only early bird here.

Action A; - Rec Center

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[Crowe isn't the only one with the idea to beat the fear of god into/the stuffing out of a punching-bag early in the morning. He is the one who planned it earliest though; or at the very least, earlier than this guy did. Yuri walks into the room and lets out a low whistle at the sound of a punching bag essentially pleading for mercy.]

Damn. Not bad, kid.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe jumps slightly when he hears someone coming. For all the violence he's dishing out on the bag, he's rather soft-spoken. He's also a little embarrassed getting caught getting so into this.]

O-Oh. Ah, really?

A

[grand-theft-moe.livejournal.com]

[Chizuko's been using the gymnastic equipment at the rec center instead. It's both thievery practice and an acceptable hobby for a young girl, in the eyes of the drones.

She jumps down from the pommel horse (not a sound) and watches from a respectful distance until he takes a break.]

You're pretty good, Crowe-san.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Oh! Ah, Chizuko. Um, do you think so? I've been practicing a lot since I got here, but I feel like I've been slacking a bit lately...