|xy_rduarttxkf (xy_rduarttxkf) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2017-02-20 08:36:00
|Entry tags:||coyote, loki, vainamoinen|
Who: Brent & literally the entire building
What: An infestation occurs.
Where: sort of beginning outside #102
When: Sunday, February 19, 9:45 p.m.
Notes: HAVE FUN, Y'ALL. Seriously, you're welcome to join Brent in his intro thread, or just react to the events in threads and/or network posts of your own.
For the better part of the night the door to Apartment #102 stood open. Inside was a man, disheveled and dirty, rummaging through a pile of cardboard boxes that each looked as though they had been rescued from a flooded ditch. RATS, read one, written in Sharpie in an unsteady hand. From within the box he withdrew a wide range of things, some whose purposes were more obvious than others. There was a series of aging traps, a sawed-off length of what appeared to have been a wooden baseball bat, sheets of sticky paper, and a long piece of twine. Toward the bottom of the box, removed last, was a half-empty can of silver spray paint. This he took with him into the bathroom, leaving the rest where it lay and the door swinging wide.
Meanwhile, at the back of the building and all along the fire escape, a series of ear-piercing yowls were steadily worsening. There, perched on and draped across the white wrought iron, were countless feral cats. Each one was battered and scarred: some were missing eyes, some ears, some entire limbs. What began as posturing and intimidation soon spiraled into less savory things. By ten o'clock, the motley pack of strays were fighting and fucking outside every floor, clawing at one another, spraying windows and walls and fire escape landings indiscriminately.