Makoto Neo
Dec 17th, 2002, 08:32:21 PM
The well lit diner, bathed in a white florecent glow, was quiet for the most part. Patrons eat their ordered meals, fillet mahi-mahi and the such - marking the diner a poor man's dream and a rich man's McDonalds.
Makoto sat in one booth - the leather seats creaking slightly as he shifted his weight - with his forearms resting against the stained wood. A datapad sat at his clasped hands, various readouts popping through.
A message had been set -minutes ago- through the random communications to various contacts..
Hopefully, one of them would like to have a chat with the Knight.
Makoto sat in one booth - the leather seats creaking slightly as he shifted his weight - with his forearms resting against the stained wood. A datapad sat at his clasped hands, various readouts popping through.
A message had been set -minutes ago- through the random communications to various contacts..
Hopefully, one of them would like to have a chat with the Knight.