The Docks, Friday Evening
Dec. 22nd, 2006 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyFinals were done, and he felt confident that he’d at least passed. In some cases of course he was sure he’d done more than simply pass of course. And he hadn’t even needed to get strung out on caffeine to study.
Ever since finding the package on his bed, just before Willow’s party he’d been carrying it with him everywhere, trying to decide what to do with it.
To: William Kessler
From: Shana O’Hara, and Gabriel Cohen
No address, no message, just those names. He stared especially at the man’s name. He knew who Shana was, and he could think of only one person the other could be. His real name. No one, no one knew that name. He sometimes doubted even Storm Shadow knew it. Everyone knew him as Snake-Eyes.
It was that especially that stopped him from just dropping the damned thing off the dock. He was being trusted with one of the most guarded secrets.
He lowered the package to his lap and stared out over the water. Once upon a time he’d been friends with these two. And like he’d told Joxer, he didn’t have many of those. He supposed he might be able to count Conner as one now. The fight in the sewers had been much more to his taste than the trolls. Those things had at least been the right size. That reminded him…
Tilting his head back, he applied the drops to his eye.
With a heavy sigh, he finally tore the brown wrapping from the package. Inside, he found only two things. A cd of Native American music, and…
Billy’s breath froze in his throat as he stared. They were kidding. They had to be. He couldn’t do that!
He, he couldn’t. It was too dangerous, that had been drummed into him countless times. But, but if they really thought…
He couldn't not take the opportunity. So he turned and headed determinedly towards the causeway.
ooc: interaction while he's still on the docks is fine. this is all fine for broadcast as well
Ever since finding the package on his bed, just before Willow’s party he’d been carrying it with him everywhere, trying to decide what to do with it.
To: William Kessler
From: Shana O’Hara, and Gabriel Cohen
No address, no message, just those names. He stared especially at the man’s name. He knew who Shana was, and he could think of only one person the other could be. His real name. No one, no one knew that name. He sometimes doubted even Storm Shadow knew it. Everyone knew him as Snake-Eyes.
It was that especially that stopped him from just dropping the damned thing off the dock. He was being trusted with one of the most guarded secrets.
He lowered the package to his lap and stared out over the water. Once upon a time he’d been friends with these two. And like he’d told Joxer, he didn’t have many of those. He supposed he might be able to count Conner as one now. The fight in the sewers had been much more to his taste than the trolls. Those things had at least been the right size. That reminded him…
Tilting his head back, he applied the drops to his eye.
With a heavy sigh, he finally tore the brown wrapping from the package. Inside, he found only two things. A cd of Native American music, and…
Billy’s breath froze in his throat as he stared. They were kidding. They had to be. He couldn’t do that!
He, he couldn’t. It was too dangerous, that had been drummed into him countless times. But, but if they really thought…
He couldn't not take the opportunity. So he turned and headed determinedly towards the causeway.
ooc: interaction while he's still on the docks is fine. this is all fine for broadcast as well
