mother_of_god: (Seal of Metatron)
[Tasks:
-Monster fighting! There are skinless dogs, pterodactyl things, and apelike dudes in abundance, and all sorts of stores to explore/loot.
-NPCs! If you want to talk to one, let me know. There's a policewoman around, though she doesn't know what the fuck, and a crazy woman who may know what the fuck, but hell if anyone can tell!
-Subplot! There's a police station with notes about the local drug trade. [I'll paste 'em in if your character wants to read them.] Also, ammo.]

Empty stores stretch for blocks, the fog and snow the only patrons. Whatever happened to all the people here, it looks like most of them had time to close up shop before diasppearing- gates are down, doors locked. Wide chasms cut through some of the streets, impossibly deep gouges in the earth. The city is dead.

Date: 2008-06-16 08:29 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com
A running police officer. "My God! Hey! Are you from around here? Can you tell me what's going on?" She looks like she's been here as long as Jo has, with perhaps less action.

Date: 2008-06-16 08:35 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
tobeclosetohim: (Side Glance)
The freaking out is more worrisome, but not unexpected, when it comes from a Cop.

"I'm not from here. I just ended up here."

Date: 2008-06-16 08:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com
"You too, huh?" She looks around. "I can't tell what's going on. I can't even get in touch with headquarters."

With a sigh, she adds, "I wonder how many people are still alive here. I know there's a guy here looking for his daughter..."

Date: 2008-06-16 09:07 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
tobeclosetohim: (Unimpressed)
"Yeah. Met Harry already over at the school."

Jo'd rather not go into that now, exactly.

Or the bell tower again, if she can help it. If not, well...

"Where's the station, and what's your name? I could tell them you're out here if I pass by there."

Date: 2008-06-16 09:09 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com
"I'm Officer Cybil Bennet. I'm from Brahms, the next town over." She shakes her head. "I don't think you'll get there- the road's collapsed. I was looking for another way out here, but it's completely blocked off.

"What about you? Where'd you come in from?"

Date: 2008-06-16 09:11 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
tobeclosetohim: (More Than You Know)
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

She said it with a tight smile.

"Best bet is to get somewhere safe, and take all the people you can find there with you. Keep 'em out of the streets and away from the monsters as long as possible."

Date: 2008-06-16 09:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com
"You're the only other person I've found here. And I'm not sure there IS anywhere safe. I'll keep looking, though.

"Keep yourself safe," she adds, jogging away.

Date: 2008-06-16 09:22 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] tobeclosetohim
tobeclosetohim: (Pain)
"Good luck," Jo said, before she ran off.

And meant it. Less people dead she liked.

She headed off into the darkness, looking for more places. There was emptiness. A lot of empty places. And empty cars. And fucking fucked up shit damageable creatures who kept trying to take her skin or her hair and her body for a ride, who she really didn't have a problem kicking the ever loving crap out of.

There were blocked off areas, still. But she was getting used to having to go three different direction to go straight after the last few hours.

Eventually another place appeared out of the fog.

And just as she was arriving gun shots rang out.

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