vc_player_npc (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vc_player_npc) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-09-05 13:31:00 |
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Who: Zombie!Jay and OTA
What: Home sweet WhatTheFuck
Where: The Not Quick Stop.
When: Day 22; 8:00 am
Rating: PG-13 (maybe a soft R for violence, we'll see)
Status: Active
Darkness cloaked the world of Vas Captio of which Jay had once been a vulgarity-spewing part, even as the sun should have been coming up. Morning had come, but one wouldn't know it based on the lack of light and lazy drizzle of not-quite rain.
A figure who was tall and thin, with long, matted blond hair ambled slowly toward the gas station, once known to him as the Not Quick Stop. The blonde hair once lanky and laying flat down his back and over his shoulders was now sopping wet and knotted, gnarled by the water in which he'd died and in which he walked.
His clothes hung heavily on his bloated body; the whole of him looking as waterlogged as he was. Moans and groans of hunger issued from his lips as he dragged himself forward toward the Not Quick Stop.
Once upon a time the Not Quick Stop had been good for chips and beer. Now all Jay wanted was a snack of a different kind. On the menu today...brains. Delicious.