[ Another day, another night passing things by as well as he can. He's got his tablet out flitting through what remains of the photographs. Trying to focus on that instead of his reflection here and there, but he can't help that. Can't help the way he occasionally checks his eyes to make sure they're back to how they ought to be. And that they're staying that way.
Which is why he needs to focus again and he does, tapping to the next photo. Studying that next victim of this town. He's so engrossed, he loses track of the time pretty quickly. So much so that he doesn't hear the footsteps when they come his way.
Not that he necessarily wants to be relieved of that duty that night. ]
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Day 182; action; @dreamsnhonor
Date: 2016-11-30 05:26 am (UTC)Which is why he needs to focus again and he does, tapping to the next photo. Studying that next victim of this town. He's so engrossed, he loses track of the time pretty quickly. So much so that he doesn't hear the footsteps when they come his way.
Not that he necessarily wants to be relieved of that duty that night. ]