2896/Not Making Friends
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| Not Making Friends | |
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| Date of Scene: | 13 August 2020 |
| Location: | College point NY,Six Degree transfer yard. |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Wallace Wolf
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- Wallace Wolf has posed:
It'd been raining for hours, and as night fell it only seemed to pick up speed. The storm drains had backed up an hour ago, and now the yard was starting to fill up by the inch. Four or five inches worth had already built up, and tomorrow when the storm passed the amount of water logged freight would likely be cause for no small amount of concern. Enough drama that they might not even mind the huge hole ripped in the fence, or the overturned honda still steaming amongst a forest of shipping containers.
Her corpse paint was already running in the rain, and the cut on her scalp wasn't helping much either. Never the less she kicked out the passenger window and dragged herself out into the rain with admirable speed for a mortal, before taking off in a mad dash for the darkness of the transfer yard's interior. The "Cradle of filth" T-shirt was a bit dated, but goth kids are hardly that rare in New York of course. Just this poor girl's luck she got singled out really.
Following slowly afterwards is a heavyset fellow in a yellow raincoat, torn and duct tape patched before having been decorated with a million sharpie'd crosses. "Repent you witch! Repent and the lord shall show you mercy, Running just proves your soul already belongs to the devil!"Bible in one hand, fire axe in the other. Like -most- guys who take up the mantle of slayer, he's clearly a little off his rocker never the less. Scrambling his way over the partially submerged remains of that fence, before peering into the overturned honda with a grunt of effort. "Stop running god damn you, you fucking witch!"
