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May. 11th, 2009
An Outing as Faze
May. 11th, 2009 07:53 pmBackdated like whoa to after this
Desmond was not a happy camper, not even remotely. He was worried sick about Michael and/or Peter; it wasn't like the man to go so many days without contacting Des in some form, whether it was over the boards as Peter or a phone call or dropping by as Michael. The man, Adam, his words had only made Desmond more nervous, but he refused to believe that Michael had just packed up and left without telling Desmond something. He also refused to believe that Michael had played him, as his brother Jude had suggested.
So, that night, he found himself donning his black and blue costume, tugging on the gloves and affixing the mask on his face. The costume was made of a lightweight, flame resistant material that allowed him to move without binding him. He headed down the fire escape, uncovering his motorcycle from its hiding place behind a pile of conveniently arranged cardboard boxes. He straddled the bike, pulling on his helmet, and then cranked the engine and zoomed off into the night.
( It was a relatively short trip to Michael's apartment... )
So, that night, he found himself donning his black and blue costume, tugging on the gloves and affixing the mask on his face. The costume was made of a lightweight, flame resistant material that allowed him to move without binding him. He headed down the fire escape, uncovering his motorcycle from its hiding place behind a pile of conveniently arranged cardboard boxes. He straddled the bike, pulling on his helmet, and then cranked the engine and zoomed off into the night.
( It was a relatively short trip to Michael's apartment... )