Sefton Lowell [ Jᴀᴄᴋ ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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knickknackery2011-01-29 10:24 pm
polarization) wrote in knickknackery2011-01-29 10:24 pm
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what twist of fate has brought us to tread upon this land?
WHO Sefton and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oliverplus
WHAT New 'verse: thanks to Weeping Angel-esque aliens, poor Ollie has landed in 2043 Earth... but not the same Earth he knew.
WHERE Some nebulous town in central America.
WHEN Let's go with August 2043. About a month before Sefton is sixteen, but after all the ~drama~.
Sefton wandered down the road, keeping to the side and avoiding any sort of contact, physical or otherwise, while trying to locate a place to stay. He had just arrived in the city only a few hours earlier - at least he had gotten lucky and maybe-sort-of acquired a job already. It wasn't for certain, but even if he only worked for a day it still gave him time to look elsewhere.
His stomach saw fit to loudly remind him what time of the day it was and he sighed. Okay, so food first, somewhere to hide out and sleep at night second. That in mind, he veered through the crowd, nimbly dodging the people, though a few caught his arms and shoulders and he grimaced, only moving faster instead of stopping to apologize. He made it to what seemed to be the open-air restaurant district and paused. How much money did he have for food, anyway?
oliverplusWHAT New 'verse: thanks to Weeping Angel-esque aliens, poor Ollie has landed in 2043 Earth... but not the same Earth he knew.
WHERE Some nebulous town in central America.
WHEN Let's go with August 2043. About a month before Sefton is sixteen, but after all the ~drama~.
Sefton wandered down the road, keeping to the side and avoiding any sort of contact, physical or otherwise, while trying to locate a place to stay. He had just arrived in the city only a few hours earlier - at least he had gotten lucky and maybe-sort-of acquired a job already. It wasn't for certain, but even if he only worked for a day it still gave him time to look elsewhere.
His stomach saw fit to loudly remind him what time of the day it was and he sighed. Okay, so food first, somewhere to hide out and sleep at night second. That in mind, he veered through the crowd, nimbly dodging the people, though a few caught his arms and shoulders and he grimaced, only moving faster instead of stopping to apologize. He made it to what seemed to be the open-air restaurant district and paused. How much money did he have for food, anyway?