[Rumlow showed up at Glug Glug's as he said he would, looking casual in his black jeans and faded Metallica t-shirt. He swaggered in like he had been coming to this place all his adult life when he had, in fact, only just found out about the establishment. He radiated an air of confidence even if he had only just been discharged from the hospital not much than a few days ago.
Under his arm was a roll of paper one typically saw in classrooms to be pinned to the wall and in his hand was a single banana that was still more green than yellow. His hand clasped a couple of pens and a black permanent marker.
He came to a stop in the middle of the pub, glancing around at the tables for someone that would recognize him based on the description of the items that he brought. It wasn't as if they were in a picture sharing mood before this, even that network could even handle it. Seemed old, like when he was a man in his thirties and sat-phones were still a legit means of communication.]
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Under his arm was a roll of paper one typically saw in classrooms to be pinned to the wall and in his hand was a single banana that was still more green than yellow. His hand clasped a couple of pens and a black permanent marker.
He came to a stop in the middle of the pub, glancing around at the tables for someone that would recognize him based on the description of the items that he brought. It wasn't as if they were in a picture sharing mood before this, even that network could even handle it. Seemed old, like when he was a man in his thirties and sat-phones were still a legit means of communication.]