Shadow isn’t an unobtrusive guy. He’s tall, present - there’s a reason why a guy like Wednesday might look at him and think yeah, him. He’s the guy I need to have my back. Generally, though, Shadow is aware that attracting attention isn’t a good thing, and that’s as true out of jail as in it. Attention made you memorable, made witnesses, attention got you marked and monitored. And after his life the past week?
Yeah, he’s really ready to go fucking unnoticed, for a while.
So sure, he’s walking down the street with some kinda deep-fried thing, and there’s a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and a cold bottle of water tucked under his arm as he picks at aforementioned deep-fried something. The condensation rolls down the side of the bottle, and he stops, looking art someone who seems to not be doing so good in the heat. Sunburn, sweating, maybe they just aren’t looking their best.
“Hey.” The bottle is still sealed, and he tosses it their way. Maybe he needs to work on his fucking karma.
2. NETWORK. Plus side: I guess everyone on this network has had some really fucking weird days.
Down side: I’m guessing we’re all totally screwed on how believable any of our stories are, when we casually step into another world. And I don’t mean like paper qualifications and personal history, I mean the bullshit everyone starts spewing after a few drinks.
Shadow Moon | American Gods (let me know if you don't want spoilers, I'll happily avoid)
Shadow isn’t an unobtrusive guy. He’s tall, present - there’s a reason why a guy like Wednesday might look at him and think yeah, him. He’s the guy I need to have my back. Generally, though, Shadow is aware that attracting attention isn’t a good thing, and that’s as true out of jail as in it. Attention made you memorable, made witnesses, attention got you marked and monitored. And after his life the past week?
Yeah, he’s really ready to go fucking unnoticed, for a while.
So sure, he’s walking down the street with some kinda deep-fried thing, and there’s a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and a cold bottle of water tucked under his arm as he picks at aforementioned deep-fried something. The condensation rolls down the side of the bottle, and he stops, looking art someone who seems to not be doing so good in the heat. Sunburn, sweating, maybe they just aren’t looking their best.
“Hey.” The bottle is still sealed, and he tosses it their way. Maybe he needs to work on his fucking karma.
2. NETWORK.
Plus side: I guess everyone on this network has had some really fucking weird days.
Down side: I’m guessing we’re all totally screwed on how believable any of our stories are, when we casually step into another world. And I don’t mean like paper qualifications and personal history, I mean the bullshit everyone starts spewing after a few drinks.
3. WILDCARD. Anything, anywhere, do the thinning.
( ooc: prose or brackets are fine :]b )