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Post by The Jenn on Oct 11, 2010 15:17:27 GMT -5
Rogers didn't normally make a habit of visiting the Outer Bazaar. It was a dingy, run-down sort of place and many of society's less savory elements made their homes here. He'd organized deliveries to the place in the name of work, on occasion, but rarely had a personal hand in them. But sometimes... Well... The goods were cheap. And there were occasionally excellent deals to be had in the pawn shops. His miser's heart wouldn't let him ignore them for too long. Once every year or two, he made a point of wearing more casual clothing and hitting up a string of shops as quickly as he could. It usually paid off. His claw lightly stroked the ornate pen in his pocket, acquired for a steal as a present for Zane in the Court of Spades. He'd also found a very nice pocket watch for Rosewood in silver filigree, a pin with a Diamonds 'feel' for Ceren, and a few little oddities for her daughters - all for a fraction of their normal retail value. He was pleased. And also quite ready to leave this part of town, especially with goods hidden about his person. He tried not to hunch his shoulders and get himself the hell out of dodge. |
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Post by Greenie on Oct 11, 2010 16:54:30 GMT -5
 The Beast crawled out from under a building, well rested but desperately hungry. Milena kept offering it food but it always felt weird about eating in front of her; she was just so lovely and pretty that it made it seem more foul than usual. So it had escaped from her with a mental promise to come back soon - she would worry, no doubt, but it couldn't be helped - and slid off in search of a tasty meal. It was now days later and it was feeling very disgruntled. All it had found were the sleezy sort that never absorbed well, and it was about to move on to the more dangerous but more populated side of town when it spotted a bright canine slinking down the street in a hurry. Finally. He was clean and healthy-looking and maybe even sane, what a catch! The Beast immediately took off after him, lying low behind objects when possible. |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 11, 2010 17:00:44 GMT -5
After a moment of watching, Rogers began to feel a prickling all along his fur and down the back of his neck. It felt for all the world like he was being followed, or someone was watching him. Which - in this part of town - was by no means out of the question. It made him shiver and walk a little faster.
Then a smell began to assault his sensitive nose. It was a rank, vile sort of smell, the type that he associated with rotten leather and old garbage. Or homeless people. Very homeless people, the type that didn't bathe and couldn't afford proper food. His shiver turned into an outright shudder and he began to walk much more quickly, wishing for one of the first times in his life that he wore the Spade suit and could run with unmatched speed. That would have been handy and reassuring just then.
Was he about to be mugged? Probably. Shit.
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