Post by Alden J. Blethen on May 27, 2010 9:13:22 GMT -8
After dropping his seabag off at the house, Llue makes a few more trips. He comes in and out with a few boxes and bags, and six large plastic buckets. Floating up through the door comes the sound of him getting situated in his new space. He comes up at noon to eat something and then heads back down.
He comes up again, this time drenched in sweat and smelling of cleaning agents and sandal wood. He's wearing shorts and an old but clean "wife-beater". Stretching from his upper arms and across his back and chest are blue swirling tribal and celtic tattoos. With close inspection (or a good perception roll) some of the swirls hide the garou glyphs of Theurge, Fianna, Stag, Wisdom and Glory. Also noticeable is the fact he's in great shape. He's got a lean whip-cored build of somebody who is both fast and strong. He makes his way to the kitchen and starts rummaging through the cabinets clearly looking for something.
"HEY! DO WE HAVE ANY BLEACH?" he shouts.
He comes up again, this time drenched in sweat and smelling of cleaning agents and sandal wood. He's wearing shorts and an old but clean "wife-beater". Stretching from his upper arms and across his back and chest are blue swirling tribal and celtic tattoos. With close inspection (or a good perception roll) some of the swirls hide the garou glyphs of Theurge, Fianna, Stag, Wisdom and Glory. Also noticeable is the fact he's in great shape. He's got a lean whip-cored build of somebody who is both fast and strong. He makes his way to the kitchen and starts rummaging through the cabinets clearly looking for something.
"HEY! DO WE HAVE ANY BLEACH?" he shouts.
