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sirenspull_logs2012-03-24 04:15 am
circusmaster) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-24 04:15 am
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Claimed to avert a catastrophe
Who: Smiley and Griffin
When: Friday, shortly after the evening sirens
Where: The closest subway stop to the Tower Apartments.
Summary: A train delay puts Smiley only a few blocks away from home just as the sirens are going off, and the Darkness waits for no man.
Warnings: Violence, maybe? Nothing major.
Train scheduling is a difficult art to master. Smiley tries to keep that in mind as he walks briskly down the street beneath the blare of the sirens. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop him from cursing the drivers or the conductors-- maybe even the other passengers on the train or whoever caused the delay. Normally the train reached his stop fifteen minutes before sirens, giving him an adequate cushion to get safely back to the apartments.
Now, Smiley is breaking into a brisk jog just to keep ahead of the decay unfurling behind him. He can already tell he won't make it in time, and his hand is curled around the pistol in his coat pocket for probable future use. Smiley can't think of the last time he actually had to fire his gun, but now seems as good of a time as ever when a headless looking, elephant footed beast emerges from the alleyway nearest to him. He swallows his nausea at the scent of the ooze coming from where the neck should be and fires into it.
When: Friday, shortly after the evening sirens
Where: The closest subway stop to the Tower Apartments.
Summary: A train delay puts Smiley only a few blocks away from home just as the sirens are going off, and the Darkness waits for no man.
Warnings: Violence, maybe? Nothing major.
Train scheduling is a difficult art to master. Smiley tries to keep that in mind as he walks briskly down the street beneath the blare of the sirens. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop him from cursing the drivers or the conductors-- maybe even the other passengers on the train or whoever caused the delay. Normally the train reached his stop fifteen minutes before sirens, giving him an adequate cushion to get safely back to the apartments.
Now, Smiley is breaking into a brisk jog just to keep ahead of the decay unfurling behind him. He can already tell he won't make it in time, and his hand is curled around the pistol in his coat pocket for probable future use. Smiley can't think of the last time he actually had to fire his gun, but now seems as good of a time as ever when a headless looking, elephant footed beast emerges from the alleyway nearest to him. He swallows his nausea at the scent of the ooze coming from where the neck should be and fires into it.
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It's the bat tonight. It's one of Griffin's favorites. The bat he had originally brought with him is long gone now, having been shattered pretty early on in the game. He now owns a wonderful titanium replacement. Griffin hasn't even started yet when he hears gun shots from pretty far off. He rolls his eyes to himself quite dramatically. Guns. Bah.
Curious, he Jumps closer to the source of the noise. He's in some alleyway, where he can see one of the Headless taking bullets. Griffin knows he has to put an end to this quick. He bangs his bat against the alley wall. The clatter makes the beast turn and lumber in Griffin's direction. "Come here, boy." He finds a jagged piece of metal, something that's fallen off of a fire escape. Griffin sucks in a breath and merely holds the improvised weapon up. The Headless does the rest by running into it mouth first. They're not as bright as some of the other Darkness creatures. It shrieks and falls over gracelessly, dead by the time it hits the ground.
Griffin emerges from the alley to find the gunman, a bespectacled old man. He shakes his head in disbelief. "You know that thing is just a noisemaker at this time of night."