[Guy strolled into the festivities casually, as the party was something he happened to walk across when stretching his legs over the grounds of Luceti. He hadn't discovered much, really, mostly due to being completely exhausted. Sleeping on sore wings was something one needed to get used to, particularly on nights when the scare of waking up convinced one was an imprisoned spy by Nazi Germany haunted him still. He couldn't shake the feeling yet. Not with a bloody tattoo on the back of his neck that had a bar code and a numbering system. This city didn't feel like a camp but it had the stench of one in its shadows.
He meanders over into the Rec Center where the pool tables are, a lit cigarette perched between his lips.
Discovery of the shops had at least granted him something to wear besides those white trousers, even if the only suits he seemed to find were too large by a long shot. The brown trousers are folding over themselves in a crumple atop his stockinged feet, the sleeves of the blue button down shirt rolled up so they at least cling to his arms. Half of it is tucked in, exposing the cinch of the belt that keeps the pants from falling off completely.
A mop of sagging clothes and cigarette smoke haze, brown tousled curls and pouted lips, he hovers over the pool tables with an oversized jacket on his arm and a smirk only just tugging at his lips.
If you come close enough, he smells like he's wearing gin for a cologne.]
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He meanders over into the Rec Center where the pool tables are, a lit cigarette perched between his lips.
Discovery of the shops had at least granted him something to wear besides those white trousers, even if the only suits he seemed to find were too large by a long shot. The brown trousers are folding over themselves in a crumple atop his stockinged feet, the sleeves of the blue button down shirt rolled up so they at least cling to his arms. Half of it is tucked in, exposing the cinch of the belt that keeps the pants from falling off completely.
A mop of sagging clothes and cigarette smoke haze, brown tousled curls and pouted lips, he hovers over the pool tables with an oversized jacket on his arm and a smirk only just tugging at his lips.
If you come close enough, he smells like he's wearing gin for a cologne.]