A plesant stroll

Jaden Ohanzee · 03-21-2011, 11:09 PM

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Date: March 22, 2011

Setting: Halifax

Time: Between 4:00pm and 5:00pm

Character Form: Optime

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RAWR! Fight time Smile

WotD+1 (Prescience) Words-400+

It was another scout for supplies that lead Jaden to find himself wandering about the streets of Halifax once again. The buildings loomed overhead, overgrown with all kinds of bushes, trees, and vines that burst out of doorways and windows as if trying to escape the haunting inside of dormant human structures. The taller buildings, ones that seemed to Jaden like they should not be possible to construct, were free of vines and plants once you got to a certain height on them. Dark windows gave proof to the undisturbed buildings. The Optime doubted any smart luperci would be dumb enough to scale the decrepit buildings to those high palces. Surely the floors had begun to fall through and the stairs become treacherous.

There was no need to go into such buildings in the first place though. The supplies Jaden searched for would only be found in shops or other places specifically for healing, most of which were marked with identifiable symbols. The satchel he wore now had become less packed due to his use of cloth to cover the long cut on his chest and to help aid a few strangers he had met nearby. It seems like people always hurt themselves around me, Jaden mused to himself. With a grin, he recalled the only canine who had been hurt BY him. The little coyote named Slade. That’s just what happens when coyotes get big heads.

The Alaskan scanned each window and building he passed by. Cities always seemed to be crawling with shady characters and scavengers. The assassin wore not only his dagger now, but his bow, gauntlets, and the moon blades which connected easily to the gauntlets were tied to his shoulder-strap near his hip. If a scavenger thought they might attack him for what he had, they would think twice at the sight of his weapons and armor. A pack of pitiful scavengers had once taken Jaden for what he was worth, but it would not happen again.

The search for supplies was fruitless though and he walked though the disintegrating city streets, avoiding rusty the broken cars, and shards of glass he could see for hours. And, for hours the city gave nothing, as if it had the prescience to see him coming and hide all of the useful goods within itself. But not a single soul was around either. Maybe this scavenging trip would be uneventful. Hanging into the doorway of an old brick building to take a peek inside, the man sighed to himself. He just worried too much.

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