Topic: Wrong Turn

Craven Delights

Date: 2011-06-23 17:31 EST
( X-posted from here ))

"Sweet leapin Beelzebub the night's slow?" Crash counted through the handful of coins he filched from a lost gnome as he leaned back against a stack of empty moving crates behind a tenement.

"If you want to waste energy in this heat there's a Watch Dog down on the corner, go piss on his leg and see how long it takes him to react." Snickering at the image of Crash urinating on a member of the Watch, the veteran Mako scratched at the scar splitting his cheek.

"I dunno"the way they to"k credit fer killin tha' thing in the Marke"place" I think there might be hope for"em yet." Grinning he started flipping one of the smaller crowns from the tip of his thumb and catching it in mid-air. "Just head to the deli. Now that another Helston's in charge o' things we best be personal no-grafiti., eh Shakes?"

"That's personA NON-graTA you illiterate." With a groan Shakes covered his eyes and looked away from his associate. "Do as you want. I'm headin to Ame Corrumpe Manor. See if my girl's free."

"The owner of that place scares the Howe out of me." Suppressing a shudder, Crash flipped his coin one last time watching Shakes head off. Turning his heels in the opposite direction his hand opened instinctively to catch the tossed coin. When no weight touched down in his palm, beady eyes squint and quickly count through the remaining coins to check that he didn't trick himself.

"Nope"I to-? Bone-like claws shove through his blackened teeth, scratching the back of his throat as Crash is lifted from the earth into the waiting darkness above. His boots disappearing over the lip of the roof seconds after a gurgled cry of terror.

((this is open to be played off of))