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"AROOOOO!"
Atop one of the remaining buildings, Beckett is perched, his hat gone so his hair blows freely in the wind, his chest bare to the elements, his pants tatters. Screw sunglasses, screw gloves, screw hiding. He's yet to find anything here he needs to hide himself from.
So, now, he revels in what he is. Tommorrow he may slips his clothes back on, and continue reasearching, but tonight, tonight is for the Hunt.
Who's up for a game?
Atop one of the remaining buildings, Beckett is perched, his hat gone so his hair blows freely in the wind, his chest bare to the elements, his pants tatters. Screw sunglasses, screw gloves, screw hiding. He's yet to find anything here he needs to hide himself from.
So, now, he revels in what he is. Tommorrow he may slips his clothes back on, and continue reasearching, but tonight, tonight is for the Hunt.
Who's up for a game?