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Post by Lee on Oct 2, 2018 14:47:48 GMT
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Post by Lee on Oct 5, 2018 1:39:38 GMT
My first day outside of Camelot had to be sullied by this unusually pleasant weather, most might think that I said that wrong, but I did not. This sunny day, this warm air, and the crowds of people scurrying around only seemed to bother me. One might assume this was in part due to me being a foreigner, but *eh eh*. Your wrong again, I just don't like people.. I'd prefer to be lounging in a moderately too intensely cold room alone binging Netflix Suspense Series'.
Shit.. finding myself stepping in what seemed to be dog poop I quickly scrapped my shoe against the curb. I had just made my way back from Dawn Universities Campus, looking for enrollment I came to find that their classes were in fact full. No matter, I'd simply have to look for a different school. Wait did he say Dawn University? A prestigious hero university??! Didn't he just say he didn't like people!!?!? Yeah.. you heard that right. I don't like people, so why would I want to become a hero? Well.. you'll just have to wait and find out..
I finally made it to the board walk, slightly frustrated with the dunce that gave me directions.. I looked around for ice cream avoiding coming in contact with anybody as I navigated through the packed boardwalk.
222 Wrds..
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Post by Mellow on Oct 8, 2018 0:23:45 GMT
It was just another new day entrenched with our villain, Marrow, following the paper paved trail to the top of the criminal underworld lead by his dope sales. One of his hotspots was Coney Island, where a variety of Brooklyns finest weirdos and fiends could be found looking one of the slummiest bureau's of New York. This time around, our Villain would be posted up on a wall near a bathroom just off the boardwalk in the land of junk food, clowns, sword swallowers, and beareded ladies... Brooklyn's Coney Island.
He'd be vested in his usual, dark, hooded costume, complimented by his menacing masquerade. The variety of sights and sounds made for an eccentric ambiance in the grand scheme of things, but in all actuality something more sinister would be taking place in the crevices of Coney Island. Just off the boardwalk, tucked away from broad day light exposure to the public, would be Marrow texting his clients and making arrangements while remaining hidden from the public eye. hidden mixed mass of tourist and natives unable to resist he urge to endulge in the variety of thilling festivities and world famous fast food dishes.
SFX: Buzzzzz, buzzzzzz, buzzzzz
Marrow's Samsung smartphone was being constantly bombarded with text messages in regards to his product. After a few replies back to his clients, he rendezvous with a few people every hour or so.
That was his easiest, 300 dollars made... ever.
wC: 240
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Post by Lee on Oct 12, 2018 19:45:23 GMT
I hadn't realized what time it was, but as I searched for the delectable ice cream I had so much about it seemed as though the sun was setting..
Lancelot: this early..?
Melion:.. Yes... winter... winter... is coming.
The beast within me said.. thankfully the sentient being housing himself within me wasn't a talkative one. For most of my life he's kept to himself, only every really offering his advice in great times of need. Although I often found his urges become my own.. Something I couldn't really control. These were the thoughts infiltrating my psyche as I walked the boardwalk. As I walked forwards, the many citizens that littered Coney Island parted like the seas as I approached.. I scoffed.. they couldn't take the cold emimating from me. No matter, it's not like I wanted to be crowded by these useless weaklings. They had no idea the power that I wielded was capable of turning them to a block with a mere touch.
In the corner of my eye I noticed what seemed to be a young man with an usual haircut messing with his phone. It looked as though many of the surrounding citizens made it their mission to avoid him..
Lancelot: Is this that....
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