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WHO: Grell Sutcliffe | hesakillerqueen, Shawn Spencer | shawnedium
WHERE: Near a grocer's
WHEN: 3/27, during the lolquake
WARNINGS: A Grell killing, violence, etc. etc.
Well, the earthquake had caused some unseen complications, but nothing Grell couldn't handle. A good plus on being acrobatic was that he could usually keep his footing and not fall off of tall buildings, which would suck. And not in that good way, either.
He perched himself on top of a grocery store's roof, walking calmly along after a woman walking a little bit ahead of him, chainsaw in his right and held as if it were lighter than air, his finger poised on the trigger. He was...sore, to put it lightly, thanks in no part to his row with Tyki; offhandedly, he rubbed his cheek and then allowed the moderate amount of vitriol rising up from it to fuel his sudden burst of speed, chasing the woman down and dropping behind her. He took his time corralling her into an alleyway with well-timed ominous footsteps and chuckles, and then he struck.
It was loud, but so was everything else around here. Grell wasn't really concerned with passersby spotting him, anyway - the cop woman already had, and he'd seen the post and he'd laughed and considered answering himself, but that would've just been tacky.
WHERE: Near a grocer's
WHEN: 3/27, during the lolquake
WARNINGS: A Grell killing, violence, etc. etc.
Well, the earthquake had caused some unseen complications, but nothing Grell couldn't handle. A good plus on being acrobatic was that he could usually keep his footing and not fall off of tall buildings, which would suck. And not in that good way, either.
He perched himself on top of a grocery store's roof, walking calmly along after a woman walking a little bit ahead of him, chainsaw in his right and held as if it were lighter than air, his finger poised on the trigger. He was...sore, to put it lightly, thanks in no part to his row with Tyki; offhandedly, he rubbed his cheek and then allowed the moderate amount of vitriol rising up from it to fuel his sudden burst of speed, chasing the woman down and dropping behind her. He took his time corralling her into an alleyway with well-timed ominous footsteps and chuckles, and then he struck.
It was loud, but so was everything else around here. Grell wasn't really concerned with passersby spotting him, anyway - the cop woman already had, and he'd seen the post and he'd laughed and considered answering himself, but that would've just been tacky.