Welcome to Aternaville...
Location: the other side of the (train) tracks
Time: dawn of the dead Nov. 1, morning
Characters: Peter Caine, MacManuses / brothers
Public, Private, or Semi-Private: Public
Incomplete or Complete: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Summary: Introduction post, Peter's car breaks down just outside of town and... The MacManus brothers attempt a rescue, which is then clumsily rebuked.
"Perfect, just... perfect," Peter muttered, hands wrapped around the steering wheel at ten and two. With a deep sigh he killed the engine and stared at the key chain. It was a tacky thumbnail-sized magic eight ball, the kind that had only ever given one kind of advice: the edge of the dice inside caught against the microscopic plastic window, blue goo to either side. Jason had given it to him.
The Dodge Stealth had been moaning and groaning for the last twenty minutes. Peter was amazed that it'd pulled through the last fifteen or so miles without giving up the ghost, or exploding. As it was he was near enough to town, he could see a train station just over the tracks and there was bound to be a pay phone there, wherever 'there' actually was.
Time: dawn of the dead Nov. 1, morning
Characters: Peter Caine, MacManuses / brothers
Public, Private, or Semi-Private: Public
Incomplete or Complete: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Summary: Introduction post, Peter's car breaks down just outside of town and... The MacManus brothers attempt a rescue, which is then clumsily rebuked.
"Perfect, just... perfect," Peter muttered, hands wrapped around the steering wheel at ten and two. With a deep sigh he killed the engine and stared at the key chain. It was a tacky thumbnail-sized magic eight ball, the kind that had only ever given one kind of advice: the edge of the dice inside caught against the microscopic plastic window, blue goo to either side. Jason had given it to him.
The Dodge Stealth had been moaning and groaning for the last twenty minutes. Peter was amazed that it'd pulled through the last fifteen or so miles without giving up the ghost, or exploding. As it was he was near enough to town, he could see a train station just over the tracks and there was bound to be a pay phone there, wherever 'there' actually was.