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jigoku_logs2013-09-14 09:31 pm
kingroadie) wrote in jigoku_logs2013-09-14 09:31 pm
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01 Let The Tour Begin
[ WHO ]: Eddie Riggs and you!
[ WHERE ]: Wandering the streets.
[ WHEN ]: Daylight hours, Sept 12th.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open!
[ RATING ]: (G, PG, etc.) PG-13?
[ WARNINGS ]: Eddie's foul language and poor life choices.
[ NOTES ]: Eddie decides its time to really poke around this haunted town, this could end poorly.
Even if the urge tugged at the back of his mind, Eddie stayed earth bound. He wanted to fly up and peer at everything, but Mika's warning rattled around his head enough to keep him here. Old worn out sneakers beating a path across the less decrepit ground.
He has his axe already in hand, listening to the quietness as he walked through the fog. It was hard not to be on the defensive with what he had seen and what he heard from people already. Nothing was a comforting sound or sight about now.
"Another normal day, wanderin' round in hell town, enjoyin' the sights, the people- you know, havin' a grand ole time," He mumbled lowly to himself as he walked, feeling strange at the stillness that came with the town's atmosphere.
He missed the life he had grown used to. Even in the Doom territory it wasn't this dead. There was always something going on. Usually he would have been called a poser by now and attacked with a shovel. Those were the days. When he didn't have to worry about going it alone in a strange place. He had Ironheade to back him, even then, zombies weren't generally- scary, as much as they were a pain in the neck.
Eddie wasn't sure if he could get used to it, not that he had a choice in the matter really. He was here and he was gonna poke around to see if he could maybe scrounge up supplies or just figure out this place.
[ WHERE ]: Wandering the streets.
[ WHEN ]: Daylight hours, Sept 12th.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open!
[ RATING ]: (G, PG, etc.) PG-13?
[ WARNINGS ]: Eddie's foul language and poor life choices.
[ NOTES ]: Eddie decides its time to really poke around this haunted town, this could end poorly.
Even if the urge tugged at the back of his mind, Eddie stayed earth bound. He wanted to fly up and peer at everything, but Mika's warning rattled around his head enough to keep him here. Old worn out sneakers beating a path across the less decrepit ground.
He has his axe already in hand, listening to the quietness as he walked through the fog. It was hard not to be on the defensive with what he had seen and what he heard from people already. Nothing was a comforting sound or sight about now.
"Another normal day, wanderin' round in hell town, enjoyin' the sights, the people- you know, havin' a grand ole time," He mumbled lowly to himself as he walked, feeling strange at the stillness that came with the town's atmosphere.
He missed the life he had grown used to. Even in the Doom territory it wasn't this dead. There was always something going on. Usually he would have been called a poser by now and attacked with a shovel. Those were the days. When he didn't have to worry about going it alone in a strange place. He had Ironheade to back him, even then, zombies weren't generally- scary, as much as they were a pain in the neck.
Eddie wasn't sure if he could get used to it, not that he had a choice in the matter really. He was here and he was gonna poke around to see if he could maybe scrounge up supplies or just figure out this place.
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