[ It's 7 in the morning. Nandor the Relentless, conqueror of thousands, immortal warrior who has twice turned the Euphrates red with blood, is holed up in the arcade, hunched before a claw machine. He is wearing the exact same burner outfit he had on at the vandalism get-together yesterday afternoon, although his hair somehow looks worse for wear. The frankly incredible amount of little stuffed animals and prizes littering the floor among him speaks to a grim Wednesday sleep schedule. ]
Fuck!
[ And Nandor speaks to it himself, apparently! This is, without a doubt, the snarl of a guy who really needs to go to sleep, and it's paired with an unpleasant banging and rattling. Is he shaking the claw machine? He's shaking the claw machine. He may also be punching the claw machine.
Later, he stumbles out into Goddess Row... and maybe it's the exhaustion, or the fact that it always seems like nighttime here, but whatever it is, something chooses his path for him. Almost aimlessly, he crosses the street to the church.
He doesn't enter, of course. Nandor lingers outside for a time, clearly leery to even do that, before heading back to Helios Suites and turning in for the day. ]
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Fuck!
[ And Nandor speaks to it himself, apparently! This is, without a doubt, the snarl of a guy who really needs to go to sleep, and it's paired with an unpleasant banging and rattling. Is he shaking the claw machine? He's shaking the claw machine. He may also be punching the claw machine.
Later, he stumbles out into Goddess Row... and maybe it's the exhaustion, or the fact that it always seems like nighttime here, but whatever it is, something chooses his path for him. Almost aimlessly, he crosses the street to the church.
He doesn't enter, of course. Nandor lingers outside for a time, clearly leery to even do that, before heading back to Helios Suites and turning in for the day. ]