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Glares the bright neon sign on the front of the refinished library. Beckett kinda thinks it's a little tacky, but, well, maybe not tacky enough?

He's currently seated on the front steps, with a bit of chair in his left hand, using the claws of the right to sharpen it into a good stake.
One day, people will come.

There's a liiiight ( Read more... )

[OOA: After this, Decan goes and tries to deal. And fails. Miserably.For anybody who keeps up with such things, they might have noticed there was several items missing from the armory. A potatoe gun and ammunition for said gun to be precise. And probably more well watched, there's several jars of Josh's wine missing out of 202 ( Read more... )

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CRASH!

"Fuck!"

Crash.

"Fuck!"

CRASH!

"FUCK!"

SMASH!

"God, damnit! Why the hell are these floors so frickin weak?"

He has just smashed his way out of a random building, and is shaking the remains of a door off his left hand..

"I am really starting to hate this place."

There is a grumpy vampire exploring the ruins of the city. Beckett has been here for a week or so, and still, nothing. He can read the magazines and newspapers, no problem, but there's nothing there.

This isn't going to help me, at all.

So, now he's checking out the various buildings, looking for a base of operations. Feel free to interupt.

He's glad of these little disruptions while he's filling time. Harth is insane, and unsalvageable. Beckett is too powerful to try to maneuver. So it's the slow way of earning trust ( Read more... )

There is a girl in the desert ( Read more... )

It's a dramatic statement, standing on top of a building, coat flapping in the wind, staring defiantly across the shattered wateland, a soul lost in torment ( Read more... )

FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH ( Read more... )