Awakening Exploration [Active/Open]
Who Ken, and whoever else shows up
Where Somewhere in Manhattan (some street if anything)
What Ken exploring Manhattan after he wakes up in Central Park and realizes he's not in Tokyo any more.
Warnings None atm, but may slap a PG-13 up for language.
This city was quiet.
Too quiet for Ken’s liking as he surveyed what remained of the city or the street he was on anyways.
“What’s with this place? I thought Manhattan was one of those cities that never sleep.” He wondered as he continued walking. The click clacks of his sneakers against pavement music to his ears despite the eerie silence that filled the abandoned city streets.
According to what he read about American cities like Manhattan they were supposed to be more lively than this however, this city was dead it seemed like. He hadn’t seen a single soul upon arrival. Then again the brunette assassin had yet to search the city in its entirety. Thus far he covered very little ground a street and an alleyway or two before he decided to stop and lean against a lamp post near a collapsed bus stop.
“HELLO! IS ANYBODY HERE?” He called out hoping his shouts would lure someone to him. If it was any consolation the silence bothered him. Even on missions silence more often than not meant impending doom was on the horizon. With this place however, he wasn’t quite sure yet.
“I wonder if there’s anyone here. And what happened to this place anyways?” He mused out loud. Blue-green eyes taking in the apocalyptic scenery: abandoned buildings that looked as though they’d collapse in on itself at any moment, tunnels caved in and upturned bridges. It was all too much for him to fathom and his reason for being here even more so.
Where Somewhere in Manhattan (some street if anything)
What Ken exploring Manhattan after he wakes up in Central Park and realizes he's not in Tokyo any more.
Warnings None atm, but may slap a PG-13 up for language.
This city was quiet.
Too quiet for Ken’s liking as he surveyed what remained of the city or the street he was on anyways.
“What’s with this place? I thought Manhattan was one of those cities that never sleep.” He wondered as he continued walking. The click clacks of his sneakers against pavement music to his ears despite the eerie silence that filled the abandoned city streets.
According to what he read about American cities like Manhattan they were supposed to be more lively than this however, this city was dead it seemed like. He hadn’t seen a single soul upon arrival. Then again the brunette assassin had yet to search the city in its entirety. Thus far he covered very little ground a street and an alleyway or two before he decided to stop and lean against a lamp post near a collapsed bus stop.
“HELLO! IS ANYBODY HERE?” He called out hoping his shouts would lure someone to him. If it was any consolation the silence bothered him. Even on missions silence more often than not meant impending doom was on the horizon. With this place however, he wasn’t quite sure yet.
“I wonder if there’s anyone here. And what happened to this place anyways?” He mused out loud. Blue-green eyes taking in the apocalyptic scenery: abandoned buildings that looked as though they’d collapse in on itself at any moment, tunnels caved in and upturned bridges. It was all too much for him to fathom and his reason for being here even more so.