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The Players : Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King. Others welcomed.
Where : Roswell, New Mexico
When : February 3rd.
Rating : R probably, King likes to use the F word a lot.
Notes : Just doing the usual.
Since their Nightstalkers cell was decimated Abby and King hadn’t directly joined another group. Even though the Daystar virus did kill all the vampires within a mile or so of Drake’s demise, there was no shortage of the bloodsuckers globally. The duo had been traveling anywhere there had been vast reports of humans disappearing. The team with some help of fellow Nightstalkers had been able to take down three of the horrific blood harvesting facilities so far.
At present time the pair was tracking down some leads in Roswell, New Mexico. The sunny desert locale wasn’t the typical area for vamps to dwell, however when trying to find something they were known to go anywhere. The Nightstalkers knew since Drake was a failure the bloodsuckers would try to find another means for them to be able to walk in the sun and give them a increased chance against Blade and the Nightstalkers.
Curious and frightened looks were given to the duo when they walked into some small café. Abby as per usual was wearing a simple tank top, black jeans, black leather archery gloves, a quiver of arrows slung over her back, her bow holster on her left hip, and gun holster on the right hip. King was wearing his favorite light armor vest with signature Hello my name is ‘Fuck You’ sticker on, with blue jeans, and shoulder and hip gun holsters. Without waiting to be seated they sat themselves at the booth with the best view of the surroundings.
Where : Roswell, New Mexico
When : February 3rd.
Rating : R probably, King likes to use the F word a lot.
Notes : Just doing the usual.
Since their Nightstalkers cell was decimated Abby and King hadn’t directly joined another group. Even though the Daystar virus did kill all the vampires within a mile or so of Drake’s demise, there was no shortage of the bloodsuckers globally. The duo had been traveling anywhere there had been vast reports of humans disappearing. The team with some help of fellow Nightstalkers had been able to take down three of the horrific blood harvesting facilities so far.
At present time the pair was tracking down some leads in Roswell, New Mexico. The sunny desert locale wasn’t the typical area for vamps to dwell, however when trying to find something they were known to go anywhere. The Nightstalkers knew since Drake was a failure the bloodsuckers would try to find another means for them to be able to walk in the sun and give them a increased chance against Blade and the Nightstalkers.
Curious and frightened looks were given to the duo when they walked into some small café. Abby as per usual was wearing a simple tank top, black jeans, black leather archery gloves, a quiver of arrows slung over her back, her bow holster on her left hip, and gun holster on the right hip. King was wearing his favorite light armor vest with signature Hello my name is ‘Fuck You’ sticker on, with blue jeans, and shoulder and hip gun holsters. Without waiting to be seated they sat themselves at the booth with the best view of the surroundings.