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capeandcowllogs2009-11-30 08:56 pm
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Don't be scared, I've done this before
WHO: Open
WHERE: Central Park.
WHEN: November 30th, sometime in the evening.
WARNINGS: No porn. But plenty of creepy business.
SUMMARY: Karu-Sil's been hiding out in Central Park ever since she was imPorted. I love her as much as the next guy, but let's be real: somebody's going to have to stumble upon her (or something she's eaten) sometime.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Karu-Sil is waiting.
It has been nearly a week since she was pulled into this filthy Earth city, overgrown with concrete towers and steel and glass everywhere. She is ashamed of how she initially fled the building and dove into the welcoming familiarity of Central Park, but she knows it's wise to hide for the moment. With no backup, she'd probably get put into whatever institutions they have on this planet as soon as she showed her face in public. Her only company is her pack, which circles around her whenever she can afford to let them out.
She resents everything about this claustrophobic place, except for the fact that it seems to have released her from the constraints of the Qwardian Power Battery that once powered it. She can no longer fly, but her speech remains understandable, and her pack flows around her, unhindered. She doesn't have any plans for the long term, but she knows this much: she's hungry.
So she goes to hunt.
WHERE: Central Park.
WHEN: November 30th, sometime in the evening.
WARNINGS: No porn. But plenty of creepy business.
SUMMARY: Karu-Sil's been hiding out in Central Park ever since she was imPorted. I love her as much as the next guy, but let's be real: somebody's going to have to stumble upon her (or something she's eaten) sometime.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Karu-Sil is waiting.
It has been nearly a week since she was pulled into this filthy Earth city, overgrown with concrete towers and steel and glass everywhere. She is ashamed of how she initially fled the building and dove into the welcoming familiarity of Central Park, but she knows it's wise to hide for the moment. With no backup, she'd probably get put into whatever institutions they have on this planet as soon as she showed her face in public. Her only company is her pack, which circles around her whenever she can afford to let them out.
She resents everything about this claustrophobic place, except for the fact that it seems to have released her from the constraints of the Qwardian Power Battery that once powered it. She can no longer fly, but her speech remains understandable, and her pack flows around her, unhindered. She doesn't have any plans for the long term, but she knows this much: she's hungry.
So she goes to hunt.