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Gale Hawthorne - Hunger Games Trilogy - Bartypeplacething
If this is going to become a habit, it would be nice to get a little forewarning.
Again, Gale comes into the bar after his shift at the mines. He's got black soot from coal everywhere - on his jacket, his pants, his boots, his hair, his face.
He still has that intense look in his eyes, the sort that means he's just as wary of this place as he was the first time he set foot here.
He's scanning the space for the usual things: any possible exits, any possible dangers, and finally - familiar faces. (Half of him dreads spotting any, but half of him would find it a relief as well.)
[ooc: This is mostly for further practice in gaining my bearings with this guy. So anyone at all is welcome!]
Again, Gale comes into the bar after his shift at the mines. He's got black soot from coal everywhere - on his jacket, his pants, his boots, his hair, his face.
He still has that intense look in his eyes, the sort that means he's just as wary of this place as he was the first time he set foot here.
He's scanning the space for the usual things: any possible exits, any possible dangers, and finally - familiar faces. (Half of him dreads spotting any, but half of him would find it a relief as well.)
[ooc: This is mostly for further practice in gaining my bearings with this guy. So anyone at all is welcome!]