gone out to a river to fish and hopefully get his mind back on better tracks than it's been in for the last months.

[Event] has settled briefly in a less busy area of the airport, laying some tools out on the next seat of the couch as he sorts through the toolbox.

[Event] drew in a sharp breath through his teeth, nearly losing balance from standing on one foot. He supported himself on the desk with one hand and grabbed for the phone with the other, calling the _

just realised his fridge had been empty for a mildly concerning amount of days.. Strangely enough, he wasn't too worried about it.

[Event] is running up a flight of stairs, a document folder in his arms, when his foot catches on a step. Hands preoccupied, he doesn't manage to catch onto the railing and falls to the bottom of the stairs.

[Event] is heading to the library, needing to re-borrow a few books which expiry date was nearing.

might possibly have drunk himself into oblivion and had blacked out on the kitchen floor, his upper half awkwardly leaning against the counter.

[Event] had gained great speed from a steep fall and used it to fly swiftly just above the water surface, enjoying the freezing drops on his skin from the cold ocean waves.

[Event] is perked on top of a large boulder overlooking a lake, resting his wings as his gaze absently shifts across the scenery.

wandered idly about the streets of Trondheim, lighting a cigarette as he went.