A tenament somewhere in Rhydin
"Christ, where'd I put my keys..." something jingles as paws root around on his person, pulling said portal openers from a hidden place. "Now I know why PTSD Bear wears his BDU pants. I can never find anything in my fur.."
A brown paw kicks the door shut behind him, keys are thrown onto a table just beside the door as D-Bear heads straight for small kitchen. "Anyone home?"
The door to the refrigerator is jerked open revealing a barren interior except for some take out boxes and a door full of Silvermark. "We need groceries, I call not it!" D-Bear takes a Mark from inside the door and shuts up the refrigerator. His destination' The couch and the television. Plunks himself down on the ripped and in need of replacement sofa, left hand disappearing below his fur just in front of his crotch.
D-Bear flicks through the channels idly, passing by Rhydin Rewind commercials, an add for the Post. He doesn't even let RNN, Rhydin News Network get more than two sentences about the Marketplace Bombing Incident counter. "Crap, crap, more crap."
The sound of jostling bed springs comes from deeper in the flat, making him shudder. "Sweet PerpMiz, Nympho Bear and Barfly are at it again." His thick thumb stamps down on the volume button, cranking it up to drown out the annoyance. "I'm Jack's Insomnia, someone shoot me.....with a large caliber round..."
"Christ, where'd I put my keys..." something jingles as paws root around on his person, pulling said portal openers from a hidden place. "Now I know why PTSD Bear wears his BDU pants. I can never find anything in my fur.."
A brown paw kicks the door shut behind him, keys are thrown onto a table just beside the door as D-Bear heads straight for small kitchen. "Anyone home?"
The door to the refrigerator is jerked open revealing a barren interior except for some take out boxes and a door full of Silvermark. "We need groceries, I call not it!" D-Bear takes a Mark from inside the door and shuts up the refrigerator. His destination' The couch and the television. Plunks himself down on the ripped and in need of replacement sofa, left hand disappearing below his fur just in front of his crotch.
D-Bear flicks through the channels idly, passing by Rhydin Rewind commercials, an add for the Post. He doesn't even let RNN, Rhydin News Network get more than two sentences about the Marketplace Bombing Incident counter. "Crap, crap, more crap."
The sound of jostling bed springs comes from deeper in the flat, making him shudder. "Sweet PerpMiz, Nympho Bear and Barfly are at it again." His thick thumb stamps down on the volume button, cranking it up to drown out the annoyance. "I'm Jack's Insomnia, someone shoot me.....with a large caliber round..."