i could feel my face go pale, sick with fear my senses fail
Who: tiny_schemer & vinovidivici
When: January 2nd, during the snowglobe event, shortly before sirens
Where: On the streets not too far from the Tower Apartments, then the industrial district
Summary: Czeslaw has a few things to answer for - starting with falsely accusing Claire of being behind the viscera killings. Claire thinks this is the perfect moment.
Warnings: This is R and may move to NC-17 for violence. Emotional terrorizing and violence toward a relatively helpless child-sized person, torture potentially resulting in death (but don't worry, he gets better).
[Czeslaw is in a good mood to begin with. He breathes steam into the cold, damp air, and smiles. Never much one for holidays, Czeslaw is mostly relieved that the holidays and all of their obligations are well and over with. There are a lot of things to consider now, but a new year is just another year for someone like him, it's more the end of the season he's enthusiastic about. Still, he can't help but feel revitalized and energized at the little peeks he received into others' lives today, meeting strange people he'd like to one day consider friends. More importantly, evidence of his own private life - and age - are is tucked carefully in his inner coat pocket. It's glowing and chiming a little, of course, but there's nothing he can do about that.
Czeslaw can't wait to start experimenting on it. So maybe he's just the slightest bit distracted as he makes his way down the street all alone, hands shoved in pockets. That's when he sees something dark move in the corner of his eye, and suddenly goes on full alert.]
When: January 2nd, during the snowglobe event, shortly before sirens
Where: On the streets not too far from the Tower Apartments, then the industrial district
Summary: Czeslaw has a few things to answer for - starting with falsely accusing Claire of being behind the viscera killings. Claire thinks this is the perfect moment.
Warnings: This is R and may move to NC-17 for violence. Emotional terrorizing and violence toward a relatively helpless child-sized person, torture potentially resulting in death (but don't worry, he gets better).
[Czeslaw is in a good mood to begin with. He breathes steam into the cold, damp air, and smiles. Never much one for holidays, Czeslaw is mostly relieved that the holidays and all of their obligations are well and over with. There are a lot of things to consider now, but a new year is just another year for someone like him, it's more the end of the season he's enthusiastic about. Still, he can't help but feel revitalized and energized at the little peeks he received into others' lives today, meeting strange people he'd like to one day consider friends. More importantly, evidence of his own private life - and age - are is tucked carefully in his inner coat pocket. It's glowing and chiming a little, of course, but there's nothing he can do about that.
Czeslaw can't wait to start experimenting on it. So maybe he's just the slightest bit distracted as he makes his way down the street all alone, hands shoved in pockets. That's when he sees something dark move in the corner of his eye, and suddenly goes on full alert.]