scurlock: (at table)
Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock ([personal profile] scurlock) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2013-01-27 08:42 pm

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He's sitting at a table with a good view of the bar, taking time to look through a pair of leather saddlebags that sit on the tabletop; anything that he intends to take with him when he heads out tomorrow morning needs to be checked over. His knife needs to be sharpened; the boxes of ammunition need to be inspected; his foodstuffs need to be packed away so that they won't spoil; maps need to be examined and a route plotted.

At the moment, he's got a pair of his corduroy trousers spread out, and is working on stitching a patch into the side of the right thigh, mending a good-sized tear.

There's a bourbon on the rocks sweating at his elbow as he works; he's finished half of it so far, but give him time. He'll get through it.


[Open until I say it's not; I'll be putting Doc out for some OOMery soon and this is your chance to catch him before he heads out.]
will_scarlett: (leaning to see you)

[personal profile] will_scarlett 2013-01-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I will but I dinna suspect 'e will. 'e 'minds me o'Robin, a man who respects a fine fighter,"

As Doc looks in the kit, he finishes sewing up the quiver, knotting the leather cord.
will_scarlett: (wait)

[personal profile] will_scarlett 2013-01-28 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye, think 'e does. I've finished me mendin', can I be o'aid?"
will_scarlett: (waiting in pain)

[personal profile] will_scarlett 2013-01-28 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh aye, na need to get rid o''em if ye can still mend 'em. Quiet an cold, but the winter's na bein' too 'ungry yet."