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Post by Lord Harrab on Feb 13, 2016 22:24:11 GMT
The Night Sang in her veins. Before she had always felt pitiful and fragile at night, now she felt empowered, more alive and alert then ever before. The streetlights with their little solar panels were unneeded for her eyes and every house she passed was filled with human cattle awaiting the slaughter, their doors and windows so weak and vulnerable, their human forms so feeble and helpless... She moved away from her chaperon towards one house, its windows dark like empty eyes and instantly felt her Mistress's will clamp down on her even as Saber reached out and grabbed her arm, Samatha was filled with shame and a sense of horror, not at her impulses, but of fear of the mistress's displeasure and she grudgingly move away and recalled her instructions, scout and report back. No hunting, no feeding. She had been well fed before departure from Germany, locked in a room with three humans and allowed to do what she willed. She probably should had fed properly from one of them, but watching them scream and plead and try to run while she tore them apart with her bare hands was intoxicating and her mistress's eye upon her the whole time added an extra thrill. Samtahd would not need to feed for a few days at least, but she wanted to, needed to, the Blood thirst was always there, always pressing upon her, no matter how much she killed and drank, but she was mastering it, slowly, oh so slowly. Time was nothing to her,The Mistress had said, only foolishness and arrogance could kill her now, gaining control of the Thirst was key. It would never go away, but was there for when it was needed. Saber was jotting down street names, landmarks, places of interest and sor forth while the walked, ever the dutiful servant, while Samantha was tasting the night air and longing for the moment when her mistress would let her off the lead and they could hunt together. The Mistress liked her hunts, she said they were fascinating, a change from her own methods , she wanted that praise again while the blood still flowed at her feet and caked her new sword, tucked away inside her jacket. The two of them walked around the block, alone and unnoticed on the empty streets, then head back to their safehouse to report back and perhaps, soon, be allowed to hunt.
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Post by Deadshot on Feb 17, 2016 16:11:01 GMT
"That is unless you have a better idea?"
He looked at her with a bemused smile. "I have many great ideas," he smirked, " and one involves bacon sandwiches, with the bread fried in the fat and a bit of sauce on it too." Red grunted at him, obviously not pleased by his jokes. He grunted back. "I don't know this plan will work. If he's a vampire, he'll either be too smart for shite like that, or he'll try to act all hard and take me on. When that happens I'll be tearing his head off and his friends as well, then its us on the back foot. But it could work, but we'll need backup if we do." Robert turned heel on the morphing girl and strode over to Davey at the entrance. "Davey, let me borrow your phone mate!" He took the device and tapped out the phone number for the flat where Rick and John were holed up in. After 3 rings, John answered. He knew it was John because there was no sound from the other end. Just silence. "It's me. Tell the wee shite to get his hairy arse down to the Worker's, we're leaving but he'll know where we're going." "He left already." "Then you come down, you'll find us no bother. He can fuck himself." The line went dead. He thanked the bouncer and went back to the dumpster where there was now a large, black werewolf in he spot where Red had been. He took off his belt and reached out with it. She snarled and snapped at him. "I thought you wanted to be my "pet" for this plan of yours?" She growled again but let him wrap the leather, loosely, around her neck, there affix a bit of chain that was on the ground to the belt/ "Good girl." She snarled at that one.
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Rick bounded through the park, leaping over benches and bins. He was a bit wild, even as a human. His shaggy beard and shoulder length hair bounced and flopped as he ran, catching his face but he ignored it and sprinted on. As he ran he heard a man cry out in pain, and smelt the sickly sweet stench of human blood, along a vaguely canine smell. Curious, he vaulted the nearest fence, leaping over just in time to see a middle aged man taking money from the wounded man as his friend walked away. The middle aged guy was clearly a wolf, an old one at that, but the other man was human, and bleeding from the nose. As the wolf walked away, Rick leapt down and followed him. "Here buddy, you normally mug people or you just not hungry?" The old guy ignored him and kept walking. "Hold up!" Rick grabbed his arm. The other wolf stopped dead. "Sorry pal, didn't mean to scare yee now, just being friendly. My brother says get as many of our kind on our side as possible. Strength in numbers and that shite. You just come from the Workers? You'll have met him if you have, he's there now."
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Post by Darko on Feb 24, 2016 16:08:58 GMT
Player event: coolyo294 CastielLeon stood in the street below the domineering Cartwright tower, making himself as scarce as possible in an alleyway across the road next to the restaurant. However, his interest piqued when he saw a black Land Rover Defender with tinted windows park a few meters away. Leon raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"How the hell are we going to get out of here?" Caine asked. "Fire exit," said Michael, nodding to a door on the far side of the office cubicles. The pair hurried towards it, pushing down on the bar forcefully and opening it wide. This high up the winds were tumultuous as the pair stood on a precarious metal stairway which zig-zagged down the side of the tower.
In the lobby, one security guard was roused from his relaxed position as a light indicated a silent alarm trigger. "Fire exit's been opened from the inside," he grunted. "But there's been no fire alarm..." The other added. They stared at each other for a moment, before the taller one stood, reaching inside his coat pocket to retrieve a handgun from a concealed holster. "You wait here, I'll check it out."
Caine and Michael were halfway down the stairs when a door below them opened and a tall, bald security guard's eyes widened as he spotted them. "Freeze! Drop your weapons!" He shouted, raising his pistol.
Player event: halonachos Deadshot Draxy WarrenderA white, windowless work van trundled through the dreary suburbs of the poorest estates, the four hunters within keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. A flash of blue lights screeching around a corner piqued their interest; an ambulance. They began to follow it, at a distance, merely out of curiosity. It led to a pub where a man with blood coming from his head and a man with a broken nose were being treated by paramedics. Distant sirens heralded an approaching police car. Rufus was across the street, but glanced over his shoulder to regard the situation. He could still smell the other wolves nearby, in the alley beside the pub. However his vision was obscured as the white van pulled up in front of him, the engine falling silent.
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Post by halonachos on Feb 24, 2016 18:05:50 GMT
"Well what do you make of it?" Shannon asked from the back, she considered whether or not the lack of windows was an advantage.
"Pub, some poor mugs with messed up faces. Bar fight most likely." August sighed.
"Well, maybe they were attacked by werewolves who weren't hungry, or vampires who aren't thirsty." Shannon hoped out loud.
"Speaking of thirsty, you know what goes good with ice cream? A good pint." Reginald chimed in, "Why don't we go inside to, you know, 'investigate' or some such?"
"That's actually a good idea, ask about the blokes who got punched in the face and see if there's anything fishy about it." Shannon said with a snap of her fingers.
"Fishy?" Reginald groaned "Oh man, do you think they can make a proper fish and chips around here?"
The trio stared at Reginald, even Anne who almost never did as such. It was almost a near agreement that their night was a bust and they all doubted that they would find anything of interest, a quick show of hands showed that almost all of them wanted to go into the pub. Anne had voted nay on the grounds that she was almost certain that the presence of alcohol would muddle any pure investigation and distort the actual findings. With the police on their way, Shannon was also certain that any wolves or vamps wouldn't act too brashly lest they involve some sort of authority.
"They could just kill the cops." Reginald countered.
"But cops typically have cameras and radios and if one says 'There's a fucking werewolf and it's killing everyone' and is suddenly found torn to shreds, then that ruins the whole thing about it being a fucking secret." August stated bluntly, "That being said, we better not cause any ruckus unless we rat ourselves out."
Shannon sat in the back wondering how she could possibly sneak her tommy gun into the bar without anyone noticing, she deemed it impossible and thought that wandering into a bar with it would be a terrible idea. The pistol she had was easily enough hidden and decided to leave it at that. "Well I think it would be best if Reggie and I headed in, we'll pop in and ask what happened to the guys out front, maybe get Reginald a pint, or shot, or whatever is fastest, and head back out. Maybe be a few minutes tops."
"Right-o, that's what I'm talking about." Reginald grinned.
"Anyways, we'll get out. You pull the van into a proper spot... in case things get hairy." Shannon said a bit dismally, without her top gear she felt a bit naked but this was just gathering information, nothing could possibly go wrong. Both Reginald and Shannon got out of the van and made their way across the street to the pub, walking past the paramedics, Shannon noted their physical features. One was rather large and the other seemed small and weak, she doubted that they got into a fight with each other. She heard the van pull out of it's spot and move closer to the pub's main entrance, she could see a silhouette of Anne and August in the front talking most likely about where would be the best place to stand the van.
"I doubt that punk did that to that bull." Reginald whispered, "A scrawny prick like that versus someone like me, please. That fucker'd be seeing Jesus himself while I wiped his blood off my knuckles."
The pair entered the bar and managed to find their way to the bartender. The shopkeeper was right, the two of them almost didn't blend in but luckily Reginald seemed brutish enough to be the type who would visit the pub. "We'll play a couple. Shannon whispered to Reginald, you be the ruffian and I'll be the upper class prude who doesn't quite want to be here."
"Right, good excuse to get out of here." Reginald agreed, Shannon was surprised that he got the plan, "'Never get that high class tail if you keep them somewhere seedy and uncomfortable." she was then very much less surprised.
" Oi," Reginald said to get the bartender's attention, "How you doin' tonight friend? I was hoping you'd be willing to get me a pint of stout and maybe something fruity for my lady here." he said confidently.
"Oh, I don't know." Shannon said shyly, "I kinda don't know about this place, what about the guys out front?" she pulled off her best "innocent lamb in the wolves den" persona while looking around the bar. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a seedy bar.
"Probably nothing to worry about, you've got me to protect ya." Reginald smirked. As the bartender came back with the drinks and Reginald began to work on his stout Shannon fumbled with her drink and looked at the bartender.
"What did happen to those two men out front? Did they get into a fight with each other?" she asked, attempting to seem afraid... in all honesty she didn't have to pretend too much.
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Post by Draxy on Feb 24, 2016 20:52:41 GMT
Red gritted her teeth, that arsehole as bringing more of his kind here? She glared at his back as inside she seethed, already her patience was already wearing thin, and she was growing weary, being all cheery with smiles that could put a slasher to shame. Her carefully crafted porcelain mask, flirtatious and carefree, was showing cracks and near to breaking, as her anger grew by the second and her wolfish instincts warred with her mind. She’d always had issues with her temper, one of those side effects she supposed, of what she was. For she was The Black Lycanthrope, named Red and she was the only one of her kind. She used to think differently of course when she was first born, the virus that fully overtook that young girls mind, for that is what happened. The memories of her human life were gone, how could they be gone truly? She was not a werewolf whom could keep her human mind, like most believed, rather she was a wolf whom had evolved to develop a human like mind. Or perhaps that was just what the human child had said to cope? She had killed without mercy and with a sort of sadistic glee and then devoured their corpses with barely a thought. How could a human child be capable of something like that?
Either way they revered her, the common wolves. There had been legends, myths even, of the legendary black wolves. Of Romulus and Remus who set the first foundations for one of the first mighty empires, and then there was Her, the last great female black werewolf, the first 'Little Red Riding Hood'. Nearly all wolves knew Her story, where once She was a legendary hunter, once turned She became the ‘The Big Bad Wolf’ the most feared werewolf in all of Europe. She set about carving out Her own Empire, from the island of Britain to the frozen plains of Russia. It was not to be though, the humans become organised and formed the first Hunters Guild, and thus the Empire ultimately collapsed. It was with this fall that the werewolf fell into myth and their war with the guilds continued in secret.
Was it any surprise then that Emily would then become revered? It was a joke at first, “You’re my Little Red” the fool only knew the human story and then yet the name stuck. She hated it at first, expectation after expectation mounted onto her shoulders. She had a lot to live up to. She was Her reincarnation they said, the next great leader of their kind. What a joke.
She would do nothing for them. They where unintelligent and completely chained to their animal instincts. The wolf was the true form, and they were supposed to be the superior species. But how could they be if they gained such strength at the cost of their own mind? It hurt, seeing those she would call friends reduced to nothing more than mindless beasts. They could not enjoy it, the freedom that the true form brought, the heightened senses, the sounds and the smells, the feeling of strength! It was truly wasted on them and thus; They were not her kin. She was a completely different species, for although a dog was a descendent of the wolf, was a dog called a wolf?
It was therefore downright insulting for her when the arsehole suggested that they were kin, and so had quickly donned that porcelain mask and decided to include him within her little game, for even if he was unintelligent, he certainly had his uses. For that was the equivalent of what she was, a dog, the collar and lead that was currently around her neck seemed to only just emphasize the point, she was a completely different species from him, it was ridiculous to suggest anything less. And so it was in Spain that she would disable the security systems within a hotel and then attempt to gain kin of her own, people whom could fully appreciate the benefits of their gift. Yet for everyone she bit was merely met by the silver bullet of the hunter. It just wouldn’t do. The werewolf was going extinct. She could see the signs, the ever increasing global surveillance, and the increasing ferocity of the newer hunter guilds. It wouldn’t be long now, it was inevitable really, despite how much it could be delayed. Soon the secrecy of their world would fall once again, and then… and then there would be a war. And when that war came, the wolf would have to evolve if it wanted to survive the onslaught, and thus Red would be needing her true kin.
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Post by halonachos on Feb 26, 2016 4:38:15 GMT
"Oh, there's two of 'em out there now?" the bartender said as he leaned on his bar, small talk would give him a little break.
"So they weren't fighting each other?" Shannon said, shocked.
"Nah, well maybe outside but in here, nah. So far we've had someone get their head bashed wit' a bottle and that made a mess, then some fella got into a tussle with one of the boys over there. Big bloke, think he got tripped up or something." the bartender returned to his more needy patrons.
"Not sure if was one of those guys out there. Said it was a bigger guy but the only one I saw was bleedin all over the place." Reginald said between sips. "Other one obviously was not the other guy."
"Still," Shannon glanced at the table, then back to her drink to notice a fleck of something floating in it, definitely getting a bad review on any and all consumer sites "seems odd that someone so... diminutive would pick a fight with someone much larger."
"Thinking something doesn't add up?" Reginald asked, "As in two plus two equals five?"
"More like the sky being green and the grass blue." Shannon grimaced, determined not to touch her drink.
"I know some drugs that'll do that." he grinned, "school was a different time."
"Well let's head out," Shannon got off of her stool and tugged at Reginald's jacket sleeve, "see what we'll do next."
"Well let's find out." Reginald whispered.
"Find out what?" Shannon maintained the decibel level of Reginald's voice.
"If he's a supernatural type or not." he grinned, "Get something silver, get it to him and see if he starts to burn or not. If he doesn't then he's human, if he's a wolf he'll burn a bit, and if he's a vamp I think it does the same."
"As if this place has anything silver in it." Shannon scoffed.
"What about those manacles you've got? Can you chip a bit off?"
"That might ruin the integrity of them." she sighed, "But... August has silver. We can scrape some off and get it near him, maybe even powder it."
"Right, so out of the bar and back in it is." he got off his stool and paid his tab. "Be back mate, got to get some air right quick." the bartender wasn't paying attention but it helped to just say something anyways, didn't want to be rude. Both of them walked out of the bar knowing they'd have to be quick, they made their way to the van and talked to them through an open window.
"Seems like an alright place." Shannon said quickly, "although I wouldn't recommend drinking anything in there."
"Well what brings you two back out here then?" August asked.
"You've got silver correct?" she whispered, "I need some silver shavings or powder."
"I'm sure they've got some in there." August sighed, "Maybe use some of theirs before we have to use the home supply?"
"No, come on now. We'll be quick and then make it back out here." Shannon said impatiently. August studied her face and reluctantly took a bullet out and used a knife to get a few shavings off, hoping he didn't mess it up too much. He placed it in his pocket, wouldn't want it in his gun if there was an issue. Shannon took the shavings in the palm of her hand and the two walked back into the bar, working on ways to get the small shavings into a powder and then into something they would use. The two found another set of stools and they asked for a few beers this time, in glasses. Shannon placed the shavings under the bottle and began to discretely rock it back and forth to slowly powder the shavings.
"You gonna try to spike some drinks?" Reginald said quietly through the side of his mouth, trying not to look directly at what she was doing.
"Something like that." she said, "Maybe get their table a round, say something about wanting to get them something for standing up to some big guy. You know, testosterone things."
"Aye, might work." Reggie agreed, "But only if you can get that stuff in the drinks, oi barkeep. Remember that kid you pointed out earlier?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"I used to be bullied when I was little, I like it when the little guy stands up to the bully...:
"Any point to the sob story?" the bartender interrupted.
"I want to get them a round of shots, the entire table." he shook off the impolite bartender. "But before you give them to them, I want my girl here to check them out, she said there was something floating in her drink earlier and I don't wanna give shit to some kid who earned something nice."
"What do you want to get 'em then?" the bartender smirked.
"Patron silver tequila." Reggie faked a grin, "It's usually good."
"Well done, Reggie." she was taken aback by the act of Reggie leaning in close to the side of her face.
"Dip your finger on your bottle's sweat and use it to get the powder onto the inner edge of the shot glass rims, shouldn't be noticeable and should drip into the shot glass." he spoke softly into her ear. If he wasn't talking about spiking some drinks, she would say he was being quite the charmer.
"Will do Mr. Bond." she chuckled. "We'll see how well it works."
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Post by coolyo294 on Feb 27, 2016 7:09:15 GMT
Caine and Michael were halfway down the stairs when a door below them opened and a tall, bald security guard's eyes widened as he spotted them. "Freeze! Drop your weapons!" He shouted, raising his pistol. Shit. Michael thought. This was not ideal. But he'd been in worse situations before, far far worse. "Take it easy, friend. We don't want trouble." Michael said as he slowly placed his rifle on the ground and raised his hands. He motioned for Caine to do the same. "We'll come quietly."
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Post by Castiel on Feb 28, 2016 22:35:43 GMT
The Defender pulled up opposite the Cartwright Tower, the engine silenced and the lights off. "Weapons check." ordered Donald. The crew meticulously checked their equipment, ensuring everything would work smoothly if needed. With this complete they settled in to begin their watch.
"We have a report that Viktor left a while ago, probably going clubbing." Donald informed them. "We'll monitor his evening and any kills that might turn up tonight, see if there is a connection. For now, we are going to watch his place until he returns. Try and get a feel for the people who come and go, and see if we can figure out when we might be able to get in for a poke around. Keep your eyes on a swivel, and report anything you see."
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Post by coolyo294 on Mar 7, 2016 6:28:11 GMT
The security guard backed up against the railing and motioned towards the door with his pistol. "Get in there! And don't try anything funny! I'm not afraid to use this thing!" he barked, trying to sound intimidating.
Michael took a step forward and stared at the guard. "Would this be considered stupid?" he asked as he activated the thrusters built into his armor. The thrusters were a marvelous invention by the researchers assigned to Task Force Reaper-small and light enough to be built into armor without hindrance, yet powerful enough to provide massive boosts in speed. Unfortunately they weren't powerful enough to allow personal flight, but right now Michael didn't need to fly. He just needed to be fast.
Before the guard could even let out a startled shout, Michael slammed him hard against the railing. He teetered dangerously over the side as the operative's fist cracked against his jaw. This provided all the push the guard needed to slip over the edge, but as he fell he fired his pistol in panic. The bullet grazed Michael's arm and with a blood-curdling scream he plummeted towards the street below.
Caine rushed over. "Are you okay sir?"
"I'm fine." Michael responded. "The bullet just grazed my arm." A horrified scream from the street below interrupted him. "But we need to get out of here, now, before the police show up."
Together the two operatives collected their weapons and rushed inside, their desire to escape the Cartwright Tower stronger than ever.
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Post by Darko on Mar 10, 2016 13:48:02 GMT
Player event: halonachos Draxy Deadshot A short blonde bartender, the niece of the owner, swayed her hips as she delivered the tray of tequila to Danny's table. "What's this then? Nick you bellend did you order two rounds?!" Danny exclaimed. "Nah mate that's not me," Nick protested his innocence. "Think ya got the wrong table love." "The couple over there bought them for you all. Apparently the bloke was bullied or something as a kid and respects it when people stand up to the big guy... or whatever." "Yoooooo! Free shots guys!" Said Tom excitedly and reaching over to grab one. Nick followed suite with a shrug. "What the hell," grinned Amy. "C'mon Danny, we've all gotta do them together!" Danny raised his hands in refusal as the blonde waitress retreated to tend other customers. "One of us has to stay sober enough to drive, remember? You better watch yourself mate," he glanced at Nick. They wouldn't all be able to fit in one car. "True that, good shout actually," Nick placed the shot glass back down. "One more shot won't kill you!" Chloe cooed. "Go on, just do it with us and have a bit of water before you leave, it's free anyway." "Don't be a pussy fam," Tom laughed. A glare from Danny silenced him. "Fuck it," he sighed. The glass met his lips, and the familiar burn scraped down his throat. As he slammed it down on the table, near simultaneously as the others, he realised something was wrong. He coughed and gagged, spluttering uncomfortably. He tried to speak, pointing to his throat and desperately reaching for another drink. The burn was so intense like his very insides were on fire. "Oh mate I don't think that bubbly agrees with you," Tom commented, though this time more out of concern. Danny tried to stand, stepping past the others to head for the toilets, but instead doubled over after three steps and vomited violently. Tears dripped from his eyes and he wiped them clean. Refocusing he couldn't help but notice the droplets of red mixed in with the regurgitated alcohol. The next thing he knew Nick and Tom had each one of his arms over their shoulders and they helped him outside. "Come on mate, think we best call it a night," Nick was trying to mask how horrified he was at what they'd just seen. "Yeah man, I reckon you need to get some sleep real soon like," said Tom. "Is he okay?" Danny vaguely heard Chloe's concerned words from back at the table. "I'm alright, I said I'm fuckin' alright," he waved off his friends. His eyes narrowed accusingly, scanning the bar until they settled on the couple who had sent over the drinks. He caught them staring right back at him, as were most people, but they averted their gaze as soon as they saw him looking. He staggered towards them aggressively, regaining his composure more with each step. Nick and Tom exchanged a glance and rushed forward, grabbing both of his arms and straining to hold him back. Nick had a much larger profile than Danny yet visibly struggled to restrain him. "Mate! The fucking coppers are outside!" Tom hissed in his ear. "Don't fucking do this, you've got green on you remember? It's well bait fam, let it go." "Yeah bruv, let's just ditch this shithole n go smoke yeah?" Suggested Nick. "..Yeah? It'll be chill." Danny relaxed his muscles slowly and the others let go of him. He was still quite close to the couple who'd sent the shots their way. Behind them, Amy and Chloe had abandoned the table as the blonde waitress was forced to begin cleaning up the vomit. "Everything alright there?" Said the man. "If the shots didn't agree with you let me buy you another dri--" He couldn't finish. Danny had lunged. Knuckles connected with jaw. Reginald, despite his sheer size, reacted as if someone of equal mass had just sucker punched him. He doubled over the bar, unconscious. "Break it up! You lot, fuck outta here now or I'll have the five-oh on you. You're banned. Go out the side door - don't need police snooping around outside and inside - and don't come back," the bartender turned to Shannon. "Ma'am I'm awfully sorry about that, this place can be rough at times. Allow me to offer you a free drink on the house and... err... some ice for your friend there." Nick and Tom managed to wrestle a reluctant Danny away from the scene. A few other customers, none of them regulars, also made ready to leave the establishment. The side door burst open into the alleyway, Danny and his four friends behind him. They stifled nervous chuckles as they stopped dead in their tracks, the side door left swung open behind them out of sheer shock. A man slightly over six foot tall stood with a leash of some sort around a very large, black-furred wolf. Yet it was visibly no ordinary wolf. Its body shape was closer to that of a grotesquely warped human than any actual canine. "What. The. Fuck. Fam." Tom stammered, slack-jawed. "Yo do you and your pet wanna get the fuck out of my way 'cause I'm really not in the fuckin' mood for whatever the hell this is you know," Danny said plainly. "Oh my god..." Amy said, her voice faltering. "Look," she pointed at the nearby dumpster. What looked like some woman's clothes were hanging out slightly, only visible from the end of the alley that the general public wouldn't walk down. ---- Reginald Robinson -1 wound, unconscious for a moment. Danny -1 wound.
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