Post by Psycho Duck on Dec 17, 2006 22:31:43 GMT -5
The dumpster in the alleyway reverberated with the sound of snoring. There came a grunt, a few clucks then the door flew open. It banged against the wall and fell down again on the occupant. There came a few swear words and then slowly the dumpster opened again.
The occupant, Psycho Duck hit the street and brushed the snow off his feet. Three weeks in Coast Lamiere after stowing away on the Magpie. All he found here was the land of lost souls. He cracked his neck from side to side before looking around.
Something had to happen, he thought to himself. It was a sea of uneasyness and everyone was waiting for someone to do something. He scratched his head. He was hoping it wouldn't be him, but if it had to be so be it.
He looked down at his trench coat and into the pockets. He was waiting now. He knew someone was close.
The occupant, Psycho Duck hit the street and brushed the snow off his feet. Three weeks in Coast Lamiere after stowing away on the Magpie. All he found here was the land of lost souls. He cracked his neck from side to side before looking around.
Something had to happen, he thought to himself. It was a sea of uneasyness and everyone was waiting for someone to do something. He scratched his head. He was hoping it wouldn't be him, but if it had to be so be it.
He looked down at his trench coat and into the pockets. He was waiting now. He knew someone was close.