Blast from the past...

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy lurked in the shadows of New York’s central park, scowling as he watched the beat cops push the ever present bums from the benches. Their presence was making his dinner harder to come by, pushing him to new and more interesting lengths to find a kill. Anson and Arthur had given him too many excuses to put off a proper hunt lately. His skills

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[silenziosa_odio]

Percy stopped short, eyes going wide suddenly as he spun, looking around him in a sudden sense of Paranoia...deja vu. When no one revealed themselves, his head tilted down, inspecting the ground as if it were the enemy itself, revolting against him as he slipped against a ripple and fell.

"Fuckin' hell...." He muttered, trying to get his footing again, eyes darting from side to side.

[silenziosa_odio]

The ground, the ground was assaulting him! He fail against the ground again, the heel of one foot catching the tree's root and sending him tumbling back with a hard thud.

Hissing he rolled to his stomach, pushing up on his hands and knees as he looked around.

"Fuckin-," he stopped, a sudden (unwelcome) memory creeping slowly to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to breathe out slowly. "Where are you?"