| The Store of 7 and 11 (Inquisitors) |
[31 May 2009|12:26am] |
A half hour after Hayden had issued orders for the team found Patrick and Kathleen in an alleyway across the street from the only establishment that seemed to be open in the area this late at night/early in the morning depending on one's point of view. A digital clock on a building nearby had shown it to be nearly three in the morning, local time, and the only thing open seemed to be this place called a 'Seven/Eleven'.
There had been enough time for them to realize that the people in this version of the world were indeed human, though they did seem to have a strange way of fashion by the looks of those they had so far encountered on the streets. A fashion that Kathleen found a little odd but made her look out of place with her breast plate armor and long black skirt. In order to fit in a little bit, she had unrolled a thin black robe that had been tied to the small of her back and covered her armor and weapons as best she could.
In the shadows away from the streetlights, she stood beside O'Rourke as they observed the shop and its patrons coming and going from this store with a green and red 7 and 11 signage. "What do think, Sir?" she addressed the elder Inquisitor with respect. "Shall we investigate it further inside?"
"Aye, I think it's worth at least a look." The fashions were very different indeed, at least for the women. He was overdressed in his uniform, but that in itself wasn't as strange: there were a few men he'd seen wearing uniforms of some kind, perhaps factory workers. Women, on the other hand, he had yet to see them wear much of anything at all.
( Delightful fascination )
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| Dawn Foraging |
[31 May 2009|06:52pm] |
Leah followed a pace behind Sonya as the other hybrid crossed a wide boulevard and into a nearby alley, the sun's rays just beginning to peek over the horizon. She would rather have been with one of the vampires, they seemed to understand her better than any of the others, but they were all bedding down in the abandoned building they'd taken over as a refugee.
( Strange sights in the morning light. )
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