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atworldsend2021-10-17 09:23 pm
thanatical) wrote in atworldsend2021-10-17 09:23 pm
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i got that joy, joy, joy...
Who: Dankovsky and Leo, maybe open later.
Where: Around the safely populated areas of World's End
When: Should probably remove this field with the time indifference eh :')
What: Looking for the person responsible for the painkillers going missing.
Warnings: drug use, body horror
Time had a way of... moving, here. The sun rose and fell over and over in the span of a few breaths, yet the length of an hour felt the same to Dankovsky's weary bones. Perhaps he had grown too used to it in Artemy's Town, but he knew what felt like an hour. That had been useful, especially when time had seemed to constrict in that place.
So, even though the sun rose and fell too often, he stood at the entrance to the Hospital the 'next morning', smoking one of his precious cigarettes. His eyes were shadowed, but they always were. He had narrowed down some names, and from there cross refenced some known locations. The Corr boy could come and help him with the footwork. It was his hope that they'd find out today, and be able to deal with the issue before it became too pressing.
Still, he knew this city by now. He had a sharp knife tucked into his belt, and a gun at his hip. There were several rounds of ammo in his carpet bag. Dankovsky knew he wasn't the sort of warrior that this place produced, but he was confident that he was a good shot. If all they would deal with were the sort of monsters the Task Force weren't called in to deal with, then he should be fine.
And if that included people, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd shot at a person.
The day was cold as ever, and the smoke mingled with his breath as he blew out a stream of it into the frigid air.
Where: Around the safely populated areas of World's End
When: Should probably remove this field with the time indifference eh :')
What: Looking for the person responsible for the painkillers going missing.
Warnings: drug use, body horror
Time had a way of... moving, here. The sun rose and fell over and over in the span of a few breaths, yet the length of an hour felt the same to Dankovsky's weary bones. Perhaps he had grown too used to it in Artemy's Town, but he knew what felt like an hour. That had been useful, especially when time had seemed to constrict in that place.
So, even though the sun rose and fell too often, he stood at the entrance to the Hospital the 'next morning', smoking one of his precious cigarettes. His eyes were shadowed, but they always were. He had narrowed down some names, and from there cross refenced some known locations. The Corr boy could come and help him with the footwork. It was his hope that they'd find out today, and be able to deal with the issue before it became too pressing.
Still, he knew this city by now. He had a sharp knife tucked into his belt, and a gun at his hip. There were several rounds of ammo in his carpet bag. Dankovsky knew he wasn't the sort of warrior that this place produced, but he was confident that he was a good shot. If all they would deal with were the sort of monsters the Task Force weren't called in to deal with, then he should be fine.
And if that included people, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd shot at a person.
The day was cold as ever, and the smoke mingled with his breath as he blew out a stream of it into the frigid air.