[Closed log] The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things...
Characters: Drake onyx_drake, Cancer? catatonicanon
Date/Time: Morning, September 3
Location: The City Without Walls and...beyond?
Rating: TBA
Summary: Drake's missing something. He's about to get it back...and who knows what it'll come along with.
This place was NOT giving him any kind of a break.
It was Drake's day off, and he was planning on spending it out and about as opposed to at home. It was a reasonably nice day, and fortunately not scorching hot -- but of course the minute he walked out of his house these THINGS were attacking. First he got stuck at work in his pajamas, then this. Honestly, this had just jumped the line into ridiculousness and gone over into 'just lay off me for twenty-four hours, already' territory. He was having a horrible week as it was; now it was just getting even worse.
If he knew who was responsible for this he'd slap them stupid. As it was, he just flipped the sky the middle finger as he ran for the elevator and headed down to the islands.
Honestly, he wasn't safe from those things down here either and he knew it -- but the need to get the hell out of the house was a lot stronger than the desire to avoid those things. At any rate, they didn't seem to be firing off fatal attacks; he'd gotten hit by one of the strange pixelated rays and it had just stung for a while, nothing else. He wove his way through the various little firing-things as he headed to Park Island; once he'd hit the spot he was used to finding he...
...ran right off the edge of the island.
He'd discovered wholly on accident that his ability to climb walls also made it possible to run across water. He'd used it to his advantage more than once, and right now he was using it to get to the most remote place he knew of, a place definitely not easily accessible -- the Library.
Once he arrived he found a spot where an overhang was still intact, sitting down and running a hand through his hair. It had been a very rough week, and a little time to clear his mind sounded like a good idea.
Date/Time: Morning, September 3
Location: The City Without Walls and...beyond?
Rating: TBA
Summary: Drake's missing something. He's about to get it back...and who knows what it'll come along with.
This place was NOT giving him any kind of a break.
It was Drake's day off, and he was planning on spending it out and about as opposed to at home. It was a reasonably nice day, and fortunately not scorching hot -- but of course the minute he walked out of his house these THINGS were attacking. First he got stuck at work in his pajamas, then this. Honestly, this had just jumped the line into ridiculousness and gone over into 'just lay off me for twenty-four hours, already' territory. He was having a horrible week as it was; now it was just getting even worse.
If he knew who was responsible for this he'd slap them stupid. As it was, he just flipped the sky the middle finger as he ran for the elevator and headed down to the islands.
Honestly, he wasn't safe from those things down here either and he knew it -- but the need to get the hell out of the house was a lot stronger than the desire to avoid those things. At any rate, they didn't seem to be firing off fatal attacks; he'd gotten hit by one of the strange pixelated rays and it had just stung for a while, nothing else. He wove his way through the various little firing-things as he headed to Park Island; once he'd hit the spot he was used to finding he...
...ran right off the edge of the island.
He'd discovered wholly on accident that his ability to climb walls also made it possible to run across water. He'd used it to his advantage more than once, and right now he was using it to get to the most remote place he knew of, a place definitely not easily accessible -- the Library.
Once he arrived he found a spot where an overhang was still intact, sitting down and running a hand through his hair. It had been a very rough week, and a little time to clear his mind sounded like a good idea.