01-12-2010, 09:14 PM
For Gunner!
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Here he was again in Halifax, but this time it was for a real reason. He needed a fix, and the only thing that would sooth the itch was alcohol. The human vestige was obviously scavenged often over the years, judging by the broken in doors and windows. As his search began, he soon noted the missing items; clothing scattered around rooms or gone completely, old food that was taken from the cupboards, and other miscellany of use stolen by the luperci. Perhaps stolen was the wrong word for it. The humans obviously had no further use for it all, so it was returned to the world as a gift? No, not a gift... just free for all. Locke didn't care much for the technicality of it all, because all he hoped to find was something that was regularly coveted by his fellows. He'd learned that alcohol was a precious thing in their world, and was often treasured by many. Which made it, in some places such as this, infinitely rare. But he'd be damned if he didn't at least try.[/html]
Drifting between the crumbling buildings, he looked everywhere for a sign or smell of familiarity. He had a vague idea of what a bar looked like, even though it was probably the least likely place to look since the other residents probably thought of it first. Regardless, he was unfamiliar with the area, and didn't want to waste time going through homes for the shit. One hand gripped at the rim of his coat, pulling it around himself as he trudged through the snow, while his free hand occasionally drifted over his dagger. Locke wasn't foolish enough to try and use the weapon instead of his own claws and teeth in a real fight, but it served it's a purpose for an intimidation. Being such a wiry thing, Locke wasn't good in a one-on-one fight, so avoiding as many conflicts as possible was his goal.
When he least expected it, the pungent scent reached his nose, and he turned automatically towards the source. He walked over to a building with a broken in window, and put his free hand on the wood above the broken glass. Leaning into the hole, he peered inside the dark, musty building. He soon spotted the bottles of whiskey, but they were all empty and tipped on their side in a haphazard circle; someone had been here before, drowning themselves. Exasperated, Locke shoved away from the building and continued down the street with frustration darkening his face.