Then he'd look into my eyes [Active, open]
Characters: Wolfwood, anyone who wants to rescue a priest
Content: A cigarette break is interrupted by crabs
Location: On the outskirts of Central Park
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Crab violence, cursing, etc
"Well," Nicholas remarked aloud, lighting a cigarette from the pack he'd filched out of what appeared to be an empty drug store, "this is not what I was expecting."
He was speaking to the gray sky above him and the cold, polluted air, which felt so disgustingly heavy when he breathed it in (it had taken him some time to realize that was because of its humidity). He was speaking to the towering buildings surrounding him, so tall they ought to have been knocked over by the wind alone, if this were Gunsmoke he'd found himself in (he was already certain it wasn't). He was speaking to the glitter of water--a river, an entire river--that he could see in the distance between the skyscrapers.
But most of all, he was speaking to the ugliest bunch of chittering little insect-things he had ever seen, currently creeping up from both directions to where he sat on the low stone wall at the edge of a big green park. Nicholas made a pistol out of two fingers and his thumb and pointed it at one of the things. "Bang."
About seven of them leapt for his blood at once.
"SHIT!" Swinging a leg up, Nicholas barely manage to connect with a couple of them, sending them flying and opening a space for him to leap through. And then he was off down the street as fast as he could manage, teeth clamped around the end of his cigarette, knowing all too well from the sounds behind him that the things were in pursuit.
Content: A cigarette break is interrupted by crabs
Location: On the outskirts of Central Park
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Crab violence, cursing, etc
"Well," Nicholas remarked aloud, lighting a cigarette from the pack he'd filched out of what appeared to be an empty drug store, "this is not what I was expecting."
He was speaking to the gray sky above him and the cold, polluted air, which felt so disgustingly heavy when he breathed it in (it had taken him some time to realize that was because of its humidity). He was speaking to the towering buildings surrounding him, so tall they ought to have been knocked over by the wind alone, if this were Gunsmoke he'd found himself in (he was already certain it wasn't). He was speaking to the glitter of water--a river, an entire river--that he could see in the distance between the skyscrapers.
But most of all, he was speaking to the ugliest bunch of chittering little insect-things he had ever seen, currently creeping up from both directions to where he sat on the low stone wall at the edge of a big green park. Nicholas made a pistol out of two fingers and his thumb and pointed it at one of the things. "Bang."
About seven of them leapt for his blood at once.
"SHIT!" Swinging a leg up, Nicholas barely manage to connect with a couple of them, sending them flying and opening a space for him to leap through. And then he was off down the street as fast as he could manage, teeth clamped around the end of his cigarette, knowing all too well from the sounds behind him that the things were in pursuit.