Doors are locked and bolted now
Characters: Lara and Judas Liz, closed
Time: shortly after the Blackstone explosion
Location: an abandoned neighborhood somewhere on the edge of town
Content: Assassin for hire gets a job.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Possibly violence? This is Judas we're talking about.
While the other denizens of Chicago hurried about in panic at the new dire situation they had found themselves in, Judas Liz was far away from the crowds, lying low in a more vacant part of town. She had seen the fire in the cultural center from a distance and decided that whatever was happening down there, she didn't want to get involved. Getting as far away from the cultural center as possible was fairly easy, thankfully; she thought herself lucky for managing to find and subsequently steal such a nice motorcycle in working condition.
That was, until now that it wasn't in such working condition. In her travels she'd managed to get herself lost in a neighborhood she hadn't been to before, and while it had given her a few sputters before, the bike had finally completely crapped out. Oh sure, she had spent several minutes trying to force it to start up again, cursing all the while, but nothing sparked a sound from the engine. Giving up, she gave the front wheel a frustrated kick; wherever she was now, she was forced to walk.
She sighed, readjusting the string she had used to fashion a makeshift necklace out of Mechakara's metallic finger; the only part of him she could find. Well, here was as good a place as any to go into hiding, she thought. It wasn't like she had a better plan in mind. Certainly she was going to go after the Champion again next chance she got, but that was going to take some thinking. Mechakara was always better at the strategic part of the job. At the very least she could try to break into one of these old buildings and try to find some new clothes. After several days on the run she could certainly use it. She frowned as she looked over the tears in her Judas Priest t-shirt; she really liked this shirt too.
With a look toward the threatening sky, she started to walk.
Time: shortly after the Blackstone explosion
Location: an abandoned neighborhood somewhere on the edge of town
Content: Assassin for hire gets a job.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Possibly violence? This is Judas we're talking about.
While the other denizens of Chicago hurried about in panic at the new dire situation they had found themselves in, Judas Liz was far away from the crowds, lying low in a more vacant part of town. She had seen the fire in the cultural center from a distance and decided that whatever was happening down there, she didn't want to get involved. Getting as far away from the cultural center as possible was fairly easy, thankfully; she thought herself lucky for managing to find and subsequently steal such a nice motorcycle in working condition.
That was, until now that it wasn't in such working condition. In her travels she'd managed to get herself lost in a neighborhood she hadn't been to before, and while it had given her a few sputters before, the bike had finally completely crapped out. Oh sure, she had spent several minutes trying to force it to start up again, cursing all the while, but nothing sparked a sound from the engine. Giving up, she gave the front wheel a frustrated kick; wherever she was now, she was forced to walk.
She sighed, readjusting the string she had used to fashion a makeshift necklace out of Mechakara's metallic finger; the only part of him she could find. Well, here was as good a place as any to go into hiding, she thought. It wasn't like she had a better plan in mind. Certainly she was going to go after the Champion again next chance she got, but that was going to take some thinking. Mechakara was always better at the strategic part of the job. At the very least she could try to break into one of these old buildings and try to find some new clothes. After several days on the run she could certainly use it. She frowned as she looked over the tears in her Judas Priest t-shirt; she really liked this shirt too.
With a look toward the threatening sky, she started to walk.