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Church Thanatos
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2011
[] All this is is a little friendly neighborly romp! Who wants to play the welcome wagon ;D or just be a friendly/nosy neighbor. Or a reporter who tracked him down?[]
Luc hadn't been on his own long, though he was a self-made man. The epitome of entrepreneur having netted himself quite a large sum from the dot com game. before selling off his company before the crash, granted he didn't know it was coming. Just one of those lucky things that seemed to happen to him.
Either way, the news media didn't seem to think it was just that simple, so he didn't like most people who enjoyed their privacy did, upped and moved. Where? Well wouldn't you like to know. Either way where he ended up was a small town nestled at the base of a mountain. Which was nice, the winters had their plethora of activities, and with lakes and state parks close enough his summers could see the same amount of fun.
Luc would approach his newly acquired house, pulling into the driveway and getting out of his rebuilt '79 Monte Carlo. Tucking hands into the front jean pockets he would just nod. "Needs a little work....but hell, least I won't have people houndin' me."
It was about midday, and he could hear the sounds of children off in the distance getting into some kinds of trouble, the breeze of casual conversation, the kind you only seem to get in a town where people actually take the time to get to know one another. It might take some getting used to, but he was glad for the change of pace. Grabbing a duffel from the backseat, he'd sling it over his shoulder, jingling the keys to his new house, he'd go on in and see what he was getting himself into home improvement wise.
Luc hadn't been on his own long, though he was a self-made man. The epitome of entrepreneur having netted himself quite a large sum from the dot com game. before selling off his company before the crash, granted he didn't know it was coming. Just one of those lucky things that seemed to happen to him.
Either way, the news media didn't seem to think it was just that simple, so he didn't like most people who enjoyed their privacy did, upped and moved. Where? Well wouldn't you like to know. Either way where he ended up was a small town nestled at the base of a mountain. Which was nice, the winters had their plethora of activities, and with lakes and state parks close enough his summers could see the same amount of fun.
Luc would approach his newly acquired house, pulling into the driveway and getting out of his rebuilt '79 Monte Carlo. Tucking hands into the front jean pockets he would just nod. "Needs a little work....but hell, least I won't have people houndin' me."
It was about midday, and he could hear the sounds of children off in the distance getting into some kinds of trouble, the breeze of casual conversation, the kind you only seem to get in a town where people actually take the time to get to know one another. It might take some getting used to, but he was glad for the change of pace. Grabbing a duffel from the backseat, he'd sling it over his shoulder, jingling the keys to his new house, he'd go on in and see what he was getting himself into home improvement wise.