crookedspine (crookedspine) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-05-24 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [05] may |
WHO: Rodeo & John
WHAT: John needs to investigate. Rodeo needs to PROTECT!
WHERE: Outside the walls of Sing Sing, where this is painted.
WHEN: Morning, May 24, 2019.
STATUS: In Progress
He'd been to Ossining before, driving through, spending a night, scanning the slack and groaning torn apart faces of undead pieces of shit before he sliced them in half and then in half again and moved on. But something had been different this time - fresh dust stirred up, new splinters of boards broken off of closed off buildings. Just an air of something other than the filth rot stench of humanity's remains. So he lingered, watching, because what else was there to do, really? All of his watching had pointed him towards the old prison.
When he approached the walls of Sing Sing, axe popped over his shoulder, he did so without any intention of staying. He had an active, critical mind, one that sought out bright spots of liveliness and fire, but rarely found enough to keep him. Likely there were a few dried up bags of skin hulking in those walls and scraping by, John thought, scowling habitually as he walked, and he would be on his way to the next town before sunset.
Then he stopped just feet from the gates, stood statue-still with that scowl still firmly in place as he stared up at the wall above him. Even if the garish painting style hadn't been unmistakable, that godawful symbol in the bottom corner would have been enough to freeze him and make his chest clench up like a vise.