Daniel "Danny" Murphy (from_southie) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2010-01-28 20:58:00 |
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Current location: | Store front, stree level NYC |
Entry tags: | status: in progress |
You Fight for your Life / Because the Fighter never Quits
WHO: Danny & Erin (and anyone else)
WHERE: the Big Apple, ruins & Decay
WHEN: Mid-day, Today
WHAT: Introducing the South Boston Warrior (& his little dog too) and the Little Tin Bird
RATING: R (for language & some violence)
STATUS: In-progress
The building didn't have much in the way of windows any more, which allowed Danny to avoid the obvious entrance at the front door and climb in through one of what would have been a store front window. Wide enough to fit several bodies abreast. He peered carefully into the darkness, watching before he put his foot down in the interior.
From a sheath at his side he pulled the curved bladed machete and held it steady in one hand while the other stripped him of his backpack. When the bag touched the ground the little dog poked its head out, sniffing the air with a minute black nose.
"Alright, little girl, show time." Danny pulled one of the zippers loose, crouching beside the bag.
The little dog sprung out of the bag and landed lightly on the dirty ground beneath. She was all of four pounds and her once long coat was ratted and balding in places. She was still four pounds of tenacious terrier, and it was a quality Danny put to good use.
"Do your thing, honey." His thick accent had a soothing quality when he spoke low, rather than the usual abrupt edge.
Four pounds of nothing put nose to the ground and disappeared into the darkness. Danny crossed himself, and sent out a silent prayer for her safety. He glanced behind him to the waiting spot he'd told Erin to hold. It was only a few moments the little dog was gone, but Danny held his breath the entire time.
When the little dog came back, stubby tail wagging Danny scooped her right up. He tucked her back into the bag with a pat to her head and sealed the bag so only her head would show. He slung the dark backpack over his shoulders and moved further into the interior.
The darkness swallowed him for a second, and than he reemerged at the window. The printing over head read "RADIO SHACK".
"Erin! Let's go we're clear." He waited for her at the window, weapon in his left hand and his right held out to help her over the broken pieces of glass.