Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 0:41:07 GMT -5
After the whole showdown between Kiefer and Mark, Fable was happy to be on the street again. She felt like there had been no way to escape the stress up there....down here it was easier to breathe. The streets were pretty empty this morning, so far only the occasional couple of walkers had crossed their path. Not that she was concerned....Fable had taken care of herself for three years by being invisible. Not to mention that Mark was with her, and he seemed more than able to defend himself. Why she was so excited to get her meager belongings was anyone's guess. It was literally an old faded bag with a fading pokemon graphic on the front...two cans of green beans, some twine, and a bottle or so of iron pills. But it was hers......And her lifestyle had been pretty nomadic so she became attached to the small things rather easily.
She looked back at Mark with a big smile plastered on her face, reaching down she grabbed his hand to try to drag him with her. "C'mon its not far!" It hadn't taken her long to figure out the way back to her 'home'. They really hadn't moved too far from where she had been attacked. Finally reaching her building she released Mark's hand and pushed against the metal bar of the door. It groaned as it opened, the old hinges whining in protest. Normal precautions had been thrown to the wind...this was her home and she was excited to get her things. Her apartment was on the second floor. After a quick trip up the stairs she yanked open the old red door to her small home. Immediately something seemed off....it was a small beige apartment that was pretty much stripped of furniture. That was the normal way it looked anyway....Now there appeared to be some sort of graffiti designs spray painted onto the walls...skull designs everywhere. She heard a whimpering sound coming from one of the closed bedrooms. And her stuff was gone....or at least it wasn't in the corner of the living room where she had left it. Other than the occasional whimper which sounded pretty dog like there wasn't a sound. She should have consulted Mark....but she was pretty unhappy about her missing things....who would have picked her old empty home to invade? She stepped inside, her foot landing on a throw rug that hadn’t been there before. And then the world exploded.
A small heavy bar swung around to catch her in her stomach, apparently some sort of set up for anyone who came knocking. She stumbled back against the wall, the wind momentarily knocked out of her but nothing serious. A loud 'Umpf' tore from her when the bar hit. She shoved it away, coughing to try to catch her breath when two strange dressed men came out of one of the bedrooms, it literally looked like they were wearing human faces over their faces. One was wielding a nailed bat and the other had a sawed off shotgun. The apparent leader spoke. "Looks like we got us a couple live ones!" And leveled his gun on the duo.
(( Feel free to make them do as you wish ))
She looked back at Mark with a big smile plastered on her face, reaching down she grabbed his hand to try to drag him with her. "C'mon its not far!" It hadn't taken her long to figure out the way back to her 'home'. They really hadn't moved too far from where she had been attacked. Finally reaching her building she released Mark's hand and pushed against the metal bar of the door. It groaned as it opened, the old hinges whining in protest. Normal precautions had been thrown to the wind...this was her home and she was excited to get her things. Her apartment was on the second floor. After a quick trip up the stairs she yanked open the old red door to her small home. Immediately something seemed off....it was a small beige apartment that was pretty much stripped of furniture. That was the normal way it looked anyway....Now there appeared to be some sort of graffiti designs spray painted onto the walls...skull designs everywhere. She heard a whimpering sound coming from one of the closed bedrooms. And her stuff was gone....or at least it wasn't in the corner of the living room where she had left it. Other than the occasional whimper which sounded pretty dog like there wasn't a sound. She should have consulted Mark....but she was pretty unhappy about her missing things....who would have picked her old empty home to invade? She stepped inside, her foot landing on a throw rug that hadn’t been there before. And then the world exploded.
A small heavy bar swung around to catch her in her stomach, apparently some sort of set up for anyone who came knocking. She stumbled back against the wall, the wind momentarily knocked out of her but nothing serious. A loud 'Umpf' tore from her when the bar hit. She shoved it away, coughing to try to catch her breath when two strange dressed men came out of one of the bedrooms, it literally looked like they were wearing human faces over their faces. One was wielding a nailed bat and the other had a sawed off shotgun. The apparent leader spoke. "Looks like we got us a couple live ones!" And leveled his gun on the duo.
(( Feel free to make them do as you wish ))