euan abercrombie (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hallucinogenius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lockewood,@ 2011-11-06 20:25:00 |
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Where: Quills St.
When: Sunday evening
What: Euan needs pants. There are zombies afoot! Draw your own conclusions.
Status/Rating: In-progress, medium
Tonight had not been Euan's night. There was no other way to put it. He had been whisked out of bed by a woman, Skeeter, wearing a very unflattering red suit— that was nightmarish enough. But she hadn't even given him the opportunity to put on a pair of pants! Pants were very important in the grand scheme of things. And now he had been dropped in a town surrounded by woods, with nothing more than a cagey explanation, some blackmail, and a job assignment. Oh, and a bank account. Cheers.
Euan pressed his back up against the wall of a house, cursing his situation. Weird things were going on in this town. He'd already seen too much to explain — and if anyone told him it was magic, he'd shove his wand right up their arse. Shadows crossing the street without a person attached, arms inching their way down the street, bloody zombies? This was not a situation in which clothing was optional.
"Shit!" Had something just crawled across his arse? That was it! Euan was done. Done, done, done.
"Oi, you there!" Euan harshly whispered towards a passing redhead. He looked awfully suspicious, but at least he didn't seem to be hankering for yummy bits. Euan snickered at the thought but sobered quickly. "Psst— over here!"
And yes, he was covering up said bits. This wasn't a free show, people.