The politics here are out of control. Ghoul isn't sure what to make of it all yet.
His uncertain fascination is no doubt how he's ended up here, at one of the many points of contact between Islington and East End territory. It looks odd, no doubt. A lone wolf prowling up and down the boundary line as if on some sort of patrol, albeit a pretty ineffective one. What could he possibly do on his own?
He stops at an area at random, facing Islington's side as he plants his hands at his hips and squints across the invisible line he's apparently not allowed to cross. He may not be able to touch the other side, but that doesn't mean he can't stare at it and think. With early evening slowly darkening the skies, he's got plenty of peace and quiet to do just that in.
mid-jan? for evie!
His uncertain fascination is no doubt how he's ended up here, at one of the many points of contact between Islington and East End territory. It looks odd, no doubt. A lone wolf prowling up and down the boundary line as if on some sort of patrol, albeit a pretty ineffective one. What could he possibly do on his own?
He stops at an area at random, facing Islington's side as he plants his hands at his hips and squints across the invisible line he's apparently not allowed to cross. He may not be able to touch the other side, but that doesn't mean he can't stare at it and think. With early evening slowly darkening the skies, he's got plenty of peace and quiet to do just that in.