I leave my memoirs in blood on the floor (closed)
Who: Heine Rammsteiner (stray_gunner), Quatre Raberba Winner (sandrocker)
When: July 6th, very early morning
Where: streets around the Outlander Community Block
Format: paragraph
What: Heine and Quatre run into each other again, only it's night this time and someone is liable to be shot.
Warnings: tba
Tonight - or rather, this morning - is quiet: there aren't many people out, if any, and as a result, there is less to worry about. Nothing of terrible importance is happening, either. No signs or sights of suspicious people or suspicious activity. All in all, Quatre's patrol is quick and easy; he likes it that way.
But then, he feels something, someone, on the same street as him. He doesn't hear anything (even if he did, his training by ear wouldn't be wholly effective); it's the presence of someone, absent and apathetic, that alerts him. It's too dark in this particular street (no lights) to look for visual cues, so he asks, carefully, "hello? Who's there?"
When: July 6th, very early morning
Where: streets around the Outlander Community Block
Format: paragraph
What: Heine and Quatre run into each other again, only it's night this time and someone is liable to be shot.
Warnings: tba
Tonight - or rather, this morning - is quiet: there aren't many people out, if any, and as a result, there is less to worry about. Nothing of terrible importance is happening, either. No signs or sights of suspicious people or suspicious activity. All in all, Quatre's patrol is quick and easy; he likes it that way.
But then, he feels something, someone, on the same street as him. He doesn't hear anything (even if he did, his training by ear wouldn't be wholly effective); it's the presence of someone, absent and apathetic, that alerts him. It's too dark in this particular street (no lights) to look for visual cues, so he asks, carefully, "hello? Who's there?"