born_perfect (born_perfect) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-15 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie mcgee, drake, lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Drake, Lindsey McDonald & Charlie McGee
What: A possible business opportunity
Where: Wolfram & Hart
When: Noonish
Rating: TBD
Status: in progress
After meeting the young woman named Charlie he was more than interested in checking into the building now. Perhaps they could offer him a suitable place to stay seeing as he didn't exactly have any finances to speak of. Not that it wouldn't be hard to acquire what he needed, just a nuisance. That was the one good thing about Danica, she had rather nice accommodations. Nothing as grand as the palace he had once had, but times were different now.
He'd made his way through the busy city, fascinated by some things, unimpressed with much more. Humans, walking and bustling around like cattle. Sickness ran rampant, he could smell various medications, ailments and drugs in the people he passed. Some were closer to death than even they realized. It was a pity, ending their lives would be an act of charity rather than have them suffer the way they would when the diseases lying in wait within their bodies to wreak havoc. Drake could not imagine such a thing, your own body turning against you.
But in a way he did feel some sympathy for these people. For a few brief moments he tasted what it was like, when that arrow pierced through him. The virus spread through his body quickly. Weakness was not something he was accustomed to. The hunter would pay for that, dearly.
Standing in front of the building he looked at it. The building itself seemed, nonthreatening. But then again, humans didn't have the senses he did, they walked around blindly and oblivious. But it made them happy. That was what made them no better than cattle. Perhaps this place could also help him find Abigail Whistler.
Walking inside he went to the front desk. "I'd like to speak with who is in charge."