vampires_in_bde | Baltimore, Wednesday Evening

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The quiet made smaller noises more audible. And this sound, like feet skittering across the ground, followed by the thunk of something landing on a dumpster-- it was quite obvious.

Take a right to follow it, and find yourself in an alleyway. A wooden fence puts a sudden end to the alley, and in front of it sits a dumpster.

With a footprint on it.

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uncertain_dume

Kanan's brow creased as he rounded the corner into the alleyway, taking in the sight of the empty alleyway, the dumpster, the fence. Had something launched itself off of the dumpster and then up and over, then?

He stole a moment to glance back at the others.

"If anyone needs a boost, I can give it," he offered. "Looks like this is a dead end otherwise."

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biotic_psychotic

"I want a look over the fence and in that dumpster before anyone goes launching the fuck over it," Jack said. Quietly, even.

Unless the dumpster was locked. She couldn't see from where she was standing.

Because her first instinct had been to follow the noise, run with a jump to the dumpster and a vault over the fence. Jack was self-aware enough to know that usually her first instinct was a lethal one. If she landed in some sort of neck-deep shit on the other side, she'd be real hard put to not use lethal force. This was supposed to be a scout mission.

She moved forward to take a look.

Edited Date: 2019-04-28 11:57 am (UTC)

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vampires_in_bde

All that noise that had been absent from Baltimore before? It's back now, but it's not the normal sounds of life. People are snarling, yelling. Cars sit on the streets, unmoving.

All the curtains are still shut.

There have to be at least a hundred people at this intersection, looking dazed and angry. They haven't noticed you yet.

Pay close attention, and you'll notice the few walking between the throng of feral humans who still keep their chin up. Whose expressions are sharp, whose smiles are hungry.

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uncertain_dume

"They're sick," Kanan breathed, eyes widening a little at the sight of the gathered crowd. So many people this way, so very few actually seeming really aware of... much of anything at all.

There was anger. There wasn't much there besides.

"Something's clouding their minds."

He raised his blaster, and switched it to its stun setting. This situation did not fill him with great feelings.

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biotic_psychotic

Jack watched and reset her own blaster. She watched the crowd. She zeroed in on the predators. Tried to watch their interactions with the rest of the crowd.

Brushed Kanan's shoulder with hers and murmured, "You see 'em? Not all of 'em are sick. Some of 'em are mean." A short nod up at the windows, "Blinds all closed. That's weird. What don't they want anyone to see?"

Considered it. "I want a look in one of those places. And.." She glanced at the crowd, "wouldn't mind some higher ground."

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uncertain_dume

"Is it what these guys don't want people to see," Kanan mused, "or what those people are afraid of seeing?"

He wasn't so certain he wanted an answer to that, himself. But ne nodded a little all the same.

"We get you to a roof, you can take a better view from there and snipe off any of these guys who get too close to--" He knew better than to say 'the kids,' especially while standing in front of said kids, "doing anybody any real damage."

Baltimore, Wednesday Evening

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