Post by Barnaby Bartel on Nov 12, 2019 21:07:32 GMT
| | [Fall 12] For all intents and purposes, seeing Barnaby out on the streets instead of At least that was the case, however, until Friday. Friday was errand day, you see, and once the week's groceries were bought and the local deliveries were made, errand day would transform itself into pub night. On this particular occasion, however, it was a bit too early to go to the bar; and so, having finished his errands a bit too early, Barns had gone a-wanderin'. And, inevitably, he'd found himself in the upper quarter of town. The opulent buildings were perhaps the closest thing he'd known to the city - the quaint little shops of the city's business center were just a little too homey, and the lower levels a bit too suburban. Here, at least it FELT like everyone was overcompensating for something. An unlit cigarette sat loosely on the edge of his lip as he eyed up the houses, not much on his mind. Or... at least their wasn't until his eyes fell upon a familiar face coming up the way. One he'd been avoiding for some time, but that remained an inevitability he'd been trying to avoid within this tiny town for the past two years. And out here, on the empty streets, there was nowhere to hide. Shit. Hoping to appear inconspicuous, Barns slid over to a nearby street light and turned his hat around, tilting it down in hopes that the shadow would cover his eyes. As though Clark Kenting it would render the whole of his bulky 6'-foot self invisible, like some sort of giant octopus trying to squish itself into the sand. It was worth a try, at least. Finn Leclair | I |