[There's another man approaching the bulletin board and pauses a few feet away, taking in the sight and the general state of things, the dirt and grime on top of everything, the crisp paper, and the new notes, and the...well. The old.
Eliot steps up to the bulletin board, pointedly ignoring the guy setting up his own message to tap the old map, frowning.
A few moments pass before he finally acknowledges his presence, and realizes what he just wrote.]
A doctor, huh?
[Eliot's clothes are well-kept, he was lucky enough to bring a motorcycle-style jacket though it places him from a more mild climate than the current one. His stocky frame and general way of carrying himself--not exactly entirely aggressive, but certainly with the underlying implication of if you start something, you're gonna regret it.]
iii. the end approaches
Eliot steps up to the bulletin board, pointedly ignoring the guy setting up his own message to tap the old map, frowning.
A few moments pass before he finally acknowledges his presence, and realizes what he just wrote.]
A doctor, huh?
[Eliot's clothes are well-kept, he was lucky enough to bring a motorcycle-style jacket though it places him from a more mild climate than the current one. His stocky frame and general way of carrying himself--not exactly entirely aggressive, but certainly with the underlying implication of if you start something, you're gonna regret it.]