Post by Oona Camerela on Apr 30, 2013 23:58:18 GMT -5
A Basket of fine foods in one hand and a bottle of nicely aged bourbon in the other the Baron made his way across what passed for a forest in Hueco Mundo, and even though he didn't have a companion for this little outing he figured it wasn't really all that necessary. After all a man should be able to entertain him self if the chance arose... And he would do just that! Though he didn't know how...
Generally he would have brought his pet, just to have someone near him as he sat and ate the rather extravagant picnic lunch he had brought with him. But when he had gone looking for the kitty she had been no where to be seen, but that happened often enough that he had expected it... Though he still wished she had been there this time.
His light foot steps left small impressions in the soft sand of the forest floor and though his gait was one of a man with out a care in the world, his eyes where darting about him... Just in case something got up the balls to make a move on him. Not that that was likely but it always payed to be careful. With a soft sigh he set his basket down under the "branches" of a random tree and took from it a light blanket which he promptly spread on the ground before he took out and arranged the food about it, which was everything one would need for a good old southern feast. Corn bread, Fried chicken, watermelon, slaw and more where spread out before him. It was a meal fit for kings... Or at least him, which after all was close to the next best thing.
Generally he would have brought his pet, just to have someone near him as he sat and ate the rather extravagant picnic lunch he had brought with him. But when he had gone looking for the kitty she had been no where to be seen, but that happened often enough that he had expected it... Though he still wished she had been there this time.
His light foot steps left small impressions in the soft sand of the forest floor and though his gait was one of a man with out a care in the world, his eyes where darting about him... Just in case something got up the balls to make a move on him. Not that that was likely but it always payed to be careful. With a soft sigh he set his basket down under the "branches" of a random tree and took from it a light blanket which he promptly spread on the ground before he took out and arranged the food about it, which was everything one would need for a good old southern feast. Corn bread, Fried chicken, watermelon, slaw and more where spread out before him. It was a meal fit for kings... Or at least him, which after all was close to the next best thing.
