Graverobber (zydrate_anatomy) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-09-25 13:33:00 |
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Who: The Graverobber (Open!)
What: Arriving
When: Late night
Where: Outside the library
Warnings: None yet
The Graverobber had just been dumped unceremoniously on the steps of a curious library by two walking suits of armor. While some people might have found this strange or even disturbing, he found it fascinating. Still, he muttered a few choice curses under his breath as he stood up, brushing the dirt from the back of his long brown leather duster. Then he gathered his tool kit and the phone that the suits of armor had given him off the ground, sticking the phone in his pocket. Currently he felt he had no use for it, but it would most likely come in handy later.
That was when he really took notice of his surroundings. The city was cleaner than he was used to back home. No alarms had gone off yet, announcing the presence of someone outside after curfew. No henchgirls or repo men were surrounding him. No helicopters swirling overhead. But the people. Yes, the people were the same. He could feel it already. True, he had no idea where (or when, for that matter) he was, but that was alright. He was comfortable no matter what. Though he did wonder what would become of Shiloh without him there. She'd be alright, of that he was certain, but he had been planning on at least watching her.
The people, though. The people were just the same. He could practically smell the sin. The corner of his lips, colored with black makeup, quirked up in an almost evil grin. He would have no problem selling his products here. And with no signs, yet at least, of repo men, he could probably do so without as much hassling as he was used to. He still had a good supply of Zydrate left. Yes, maybe it was time to find some new customers.