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WHO: Dr. Horrible [Billy], Drowned Ophelia, Hichigo Shirosaki, The Hulk [Bruce], Katurian [K. Katurian], Polaris [Lorna], Red Hood [Jason], Rikku, and Trowa [03].
WHERE: The starting gate is wherever they happened to be in the City.
WHEN: Starting at about 6pm on Saturday, May 22nd.
WARNINGS: THERE WILL BE SO MUCH BANGING except not, really.
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WHERE: The starting gate is wherever they happened to be in the City.
WHEN: Starting at about 6pm on Saturday, May 22nd.
WARNINGS: THERE WILL BE SO MUCH BANGING except not, really.
( Read more... )
But trouble was just a part of it! The most fun part of it. Shiro used a few Sonido steps to get to the south end of the City, the static boom of the technique shattering any glass that was dumb enough to be in his way. He rested idly on a rooftop for only a few moments, twiddling with his iPhone (a recent purchase, and one he loved quite a bit). "Fuckin Lacheesy, hidin' that damn thing in some place I've never even heard of!!" The Hollow hissed and loaded up a GPS app. A kindly computer voice told him he needed to head south.
Yeah, no shit, bitch. He knew that much at least. So he stuffed the phone in his pocket and took off again. The voice giving him helpful directions and each step he took covering between a half mile or an entire mile. Still, it would be a long haul.
A really long haul.
It was a few long, grueling hours. Along with, of course, three breaks for snacks and coffee, and seven stops to take a piss. He had a love/hate relationship with caffeine by the time he got to DC. He found himself perched solidly on top of a skyscraper in downtown, the helpful voice informing him every five seconds that he needed to make a U-turn at the next legal spot.
"Shut up already will ya?!" He shook the phone in his hands and hissed again. He soon realized he'd get his wish; the battery icon was in the red. It wasn't a few minutes before the phone shut itself off, cutting the polite computer voice off midsentence. "MOTHERFUCKER!!" He nearly threw the thing down into the streets below before remembering how much it had cost him. Instead he gritted his fangs and dug his nails into his palms.
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Finding a map of the city was easy.
Figuring out how to read it was not.
The Hollow was still childish, in many ways. He knew that a map was used for finding places, but HOW was beyond him. These lines and pictures represented a simplified aerial view of the city. But how the hell was he gonna find this memorial? He let out a frustrated roar, attracting more attention than he would have liked and threw down the map in rage. He'd scour the whole damn city if he had to!!
And so he did.
For hours.
The white-skinned teenager visited many memorials (always seeming to miss the Lincoln), including the Jefferson and the Washington. The White House wasn't nearly as elegant as he'd expected. The wreckage of the museum was cleaned up a bit. Statues, buildings, museums, memorials, parks, rivers, BUT NOT THE ONE HE WAS LOOKING FOR. Shiro was positively livid of running around this damn maze of a city (and like hell he was going to call a cab or ask for directions!) He was tired, he was sweaty, and he just wanted to grab the damn disc, get his money and go home. Why was this so fucking difficult?!
Why was he SO FUCKING LOST?!!
Another roar, and this time he didn't care who saw. Something had to give, and he decided it would be the rather crowded Starbucks he was standing in front of.
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The building immediately began to collapse from the blast. People were screaming, crying. Music to his ears. It calmed him a little. But he didn't stick around to watch his handiwork burn. He would come back later for the souls of any deceased. But honestly, that blast had been weak; being so far from Ichigo reduced his power reserves exponentially. Fuck. He had his own body, but still he was limited by the King.
Shiro found a new perch, this time on top of the Washington Monument. It was early night, but the spotlights on the structure were not yet on; he was nearly impossible to see perched on the top of that obelisk. "Why couldn't it have been this damn monument? I found this one like 30 goddamn times!" He huffed his annoyance and glanced at his watch. It'd been a full 12 hours since the porter had given them her challenge. Someone would have already gotten there by now, someone who actually knew what the hell they were looking for.
It was then that he caught something out of the corner of one yellow eye, something in the fading light. A building. That looked eerily similar to the photo of the Lincoln Memorial he'd looked up.
"... are ya shitting me."
The screech of pure frustration wasn't quiet. People would wonder for days what that sound was. It seemed human, but... not really. Had it been a bird? A machine? A monster? Tabloids would speculate. But only Shiro knew.
He tugged his lips into a snarl, showing short fangs. "Fuck this. I'm going to the mall."
Oddly enough, he was able to find the nearest mall in less than half an hour.
Go figure.
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