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Ongoing
When; Thursday night, Nov. 8th
Rating; PG13 for language and violence
Characters; Sands![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blind_shot and Richard teh_alpha_male
Summary; Sands has decided to kill someone every hour until Crane agrees to go to dinner with him. He's already pissed Richard off by making Anita cry and the agent choses a bad time to be on the street.
Log;
A man walks avoiding the street lights illuminating the sidewalks outside the busier part of town. Not that many people are out. It's becoming late and with the recent curse making everyone's home as entertaining as any movie theater can be most are holed up inside tonight. The figure is dressed in black, material fluttering around his legs as he walks briskly. A priest. His gray beard covers the white collar at his neck and his sunglasses seem out of place.
Sands is walking quickly away from the screaming and chaos he left behind him twenty minutes ago. Once he's far enough away he ducks into an alley, tearing off the black robes, wiping the blood splatter off his cheek and throwing all of it in the trash. He secures his fake arm into the sleeve of his suit jacket, holding his real arm close to his body as he exits the alley, turning quickly to a side street. Sands knows his way around town. Or at least this part of it. Topside where he spends most of his time. Here he can get by without his cane. He weaves in and out of streets thinking about a cup of coffee before finding his next victim. Maybe he'll shoot the register monkey. If only this place had a Starbucks.
The agent hums 'Hard Knock Life' under his breath as he lights a cigarette and starts to stroll after a woman walking home from work.
Rating; PG13 for language and violence
Characters; Sands
blind_shot and Richard teh_alpha_maleSummary; Sands has decided to kill someone every hour until Crane agrees to go to dinner with him. He's already pissed Richard off by making Anita cry and the agent choses a bad time to be on the street.
Log;
A man walks avoiding the street lights illuminating the sidewalks outside the busier part of town. Not that many people are out. It's becoming late and with the recent curse making everyone's home as entertaining as any movie theater can be most are holed up inside tonight. The figure is dressed in black, material fluttering around his legs as he walks briskly. A priest. His gray beard covers the white collar at his neck and his sunglasses seem out of place.
Sands is walking quickly away from the screaming and chaos he left behind him twenty minutes ago. Once he's far enough away he ducks into an alley, tearing off the black robes, wiping the blood splatter off his cheek and throwing all of it in the trash. He secures his fake arm into the sleeve of his suit jacket, holding his real arm close to his body as he exits the alley, turning quickly to a side street. Sands knows his way around town. Or at least this part of it. Topside where he spends most of his time. Here he can get by without his cane. He weaves in and out of streets thinking about a cup of coffee before finding his next victim. Maybe he'll shoot the register monkey. If only this place had a Starbucks.
The agent hums 'Hard Knock Life' under his breath as he lights a cigarette and starts to stroll after a woman walking home from work.