Sarge (rageandblow) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-06-01 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [06] june, emilie galloway, ian terrell, james hawkins, teagan morgan |
Who: Emilie and Sarge
Where: WestGate Shopping Centre
What: When Crazy meets Angry
When: during blobgate
Of course, bad things always come in spades. It's some unwritten law of nature in the lives of people like Sarge, so he wasn't all that surprised when it started to rain just as he headed back to the Dog Park after a fun day of gathering more supplies in the city. He stayed behind after their group took off because he wanted to look for a couple of things and just when he took off it started to rain. Not that he hasn't thought that it should over and over for weeks, but the timing was exceptionally horrible. Seeing it as a sign he pulled into the parking lot of the WestGate, and as soon as he made his way through the door with help of his crow bar the first blobs started to fall.
After some back and forth texting with Rodeo and browsing a few stores he decided to check the freenet, because boredom leads to stupid ideas, and once again that crazy chick managed to rile him up. Sarge has never been a fan of ghouls, especially that particular one, but ever since she called Wren retarded she has been on his shit list.
So now he is waiting for her to show up, not entirely sure what will happen. Because he has sworn long ago he will never raise his hand against a woman, but one could maybe argue that this is an exception worth making. He is pacing the floor of the food court in the center of the building, listening for sounds that reveal her arrival, although he is sure she will try to be as quiet as possible, if she even shows. He is soaked right through and his clothes stick to his skin, irritating him even more. But he'll be damned if he attempts to find some dry clothes now, considering his luck she would show up just when he has stripped down and that is just out of the question. So he pulls at his jacket every now and then, muttering a few choice curses, the patch of the snarling wolf glowing faintly in the dim light.