"Blecky" Gruber
Mercury City Citizen
You talkin' ta me? Jes' kiddin'
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Post by "Blecky" Gruber on Dec 8, 2009 14:52:10 GMT -5
[Continued from Event: Making the Rounds ] Low rise apartment buildings shove each other for every scrap of space in sight, all of them boasting decaying walls or unfinished construction, barred windows, and a healthy dose of bright colored paint in three dimensional letters and shapes. The most prominent art pieces boast an emblazoned crown. Parked cars choke the alleys of streets, with metal barriers placed along the street to function as the sidewalks that don't exist. The most common denizens are small gangs of Hispanic youth loitering on street corners looking intimidating. Blecky takes a big sniff of the air as they pass the broken street sign reading 'Jenson Blvd.' The sign stating the cross-street, what should have read 'Fifth St.' has been scrawled over in deep red paint so it reads 'Hell.' "Welcome to the landfill of 'the system,' boys. As if you didn't know." He stops, lights a cigarette and seems to just take in the environment for the moment.
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Post by bladesthroughsmoke on Dec 8, 2009 15:05:25 GMT -5
Sabbat's reaction to coming across this wilderness would be...confusing, to anyone who'd been taken in by the 'ordinary joe, slightly down on his luck' look he's been trying to cultivate for the last however long. His expression changes, a small smile tilting the un-frozen corner of his mouth upwards, and he takes a deep breath, as if savouring the stink of the city.
Almost feels like bein' back home.
He looks around, making sure he's still got the group in his sights. Just because he's allowing himself a little bit of nostalgia doesn't mean he's going to let up on this lot.
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