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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

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Bears? That doesn't sound too bad, but I see what you mean. I wouldn't be walking away from a fight with one of those too easily.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

N-No, these are like... Overpowered rabid bears. They really don't want us out in those woods. But, um, staying on the highway is safe, at least. I take my motorcycle out there all the time.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Over....right. [She sighs, her shoulders slumping as she reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose.]

Why doesn't that surprise me at all?

[Still, her ears flick forward and she cocks her head at him.]

You ride a motorcycle? What kind?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He grins. He loves his bike.] Ah, it's a Ducati 1198.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Her ears flick back as she makes an appreciative sound through pursed lips, a soft 'aruuuu' that is definitely inhuman.]

Nice. Ducati makes some very pretty machines. Sadly I'm not much of a gearhead, so I can't really appreciate them fully.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

It's a wonderful bike, even if I still have some trouble riding it. Never had much experience on it until it showed up here. Plus it's not like Mayfield's going to have parts for a 2009 model bike, so i need to be careful.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Of course not. [She huffs, settling onto the bench with a sigh of relief.]

Still, practice even at low speeds should help.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah, I don't want to take another spill on it. Once was enough.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Tell me you were at least wearing a helmet.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

O-Oh, of course! I'm not that reckless. I-I had to swerve to avoid hitting someone, a-and ended up sliding down the road. Tore up my leg, but Mr. Adachi was safe, at least.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[She huffs in a small laugh, her tail waving a little.]

Well, thank goodness for small favors, then. Still, roadrash like that is pretty brutal.