I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2005-12-01 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack hawksmoor, victor sage |
i_havenoface Downtown, the harbor.
The talk with the strange girl? Had not helped. Not surprisingly.
Questions grew in number, and he was getting more frustrated. Some pieces in the city he recognized, others he did not. He had stopped to inquire some citizens, some were just as baffled as him. Others... well.
"Are you blind? That's the Baxter Building. Psh. Oh, wait -- sorry, man, I didn't know you had no eyes. Er."
Baxter Building? What the hell was...
The Question found himself at a harbor that he was sure was a combination of cities he knew and cities he did not know. It was annoying. He held his head, sighing.
No logic or sense to it.
He felt the chill of metal rest against his skull as a rather cliched gruff voice demanded behind him, "Wallet, man. Gimme yer wallet."
Turning sharply, in one fluid motion, the Question knocked the gun from the man's hand with a foot. "Don't carry a wallet," the faceless man grunted.
However, he found himself rather surrounded by several men.
This could not be good, he supposed.
And they leapt at him.
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