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Characters: Famine and Pestilence
Date/Time: Sunday afternoon
Location: Bryant Park, by the Pond
Rating: Lowish.
Warnings: Some physical violence.
Summary: Face to face time.
The Citi Pond was crawling with people. Out on an outdoor terrace that overlooked the rink, Pestilence leaned against the railing, watching the ice skaters with a blank face.
They looked like ants on a spread of powder sugar. There were so many of them, and so little he could do to crowd control. Shame, really. If the population was controlled, there might actually be a sliver of ice to skate on. He didn't know how they managed to find a way to skate without colliding and falling like dominoes. People were always so persistence.
Population control was decidedly easier to contemplate than Famine and this new bout of serial dating that had come over him. Or, letting his thoughts dwell to the possibility that Famine might stand him up.
Then again.. It would, perhaps, be preferable to having a lamp thrown at his head.
Date/Time: Sunday afternoon
Location: Bryant Park, by the Pond
Rating: Lowish.
Warnings: Some physical violence.
Summary: Face to face time.
The Citi Pond was crawling with people. Out on an outdoor terrace that overlooked the rink, Pestilence leaned against the railing, watching the ice skaters with a blank face.
They looked like ants on a spread of powder sugar. There were so many of them, and so little he could do to crowd control. Shame, really. If the population was controlled, there might actually be a sliver of ice to skate on. He didn't know how they managed to find a way to skate without colliding and falling like dominoes. People were always so persistence.
Population control was decidedly easier to contemplate than Famine and this new bout of serial dating that had come over him. Or, letting his thoughts dwell to the possibility that Famine might stand him up.
Then again.. It would, perhaps, be preferable to having a lamp thrown at his head.