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Post by Loner。 on Sept 16, 2017 1:52:52 GMT
Under the 27th street bridge.
Between filthy tents of the other homeless bums a gnarly old man sat on a small portable stool with a small portable table.
Somehow the things on the table defied gravity, glass container were precariously balanced at some of the edges, some filled with various substances and liquids. A propane burner burned blue flame under one glass bauble which had boiling fluid inside. Plastic tubing connected in some weird science experiment which could either be completely mundane and nonsensical or truly dangerous considering the vials of chemicals lying about.
Naturally others kept their distance, but there still were one or two other homeless folks also camping out under the bridge.
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Post by 0 on Sept 23, 2017 4:06:00 GMT
"Czechoslovakia" stood at the top of the bridge, a lanky young man wearing a hoodie and a backpack. The hood was folded down, and out the largest pocket of the backpack there edged the cloth-wrapped handle of a metal bat.
At that moment he was leaning casually against the rails, although several times in the past half hour he'd crossed that bridge, or rounded the corner of a nearby block; didn't want it to look too obvious that he was loitering, after all, and scoping a location's surroundings every so often was always a good idea.
His eyes remained peeled for "ofriceandbens", and anyone else who might have taken him up on his offer back in the Brindleberry IRC. He didn't know what the stranger would look like, but finding each other shouldn't be too hard.
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Post by Ecclesia on Oct 1, 2017 1:59:53 GMT
The faint smell of propane was prominent against the city smells of the night. The blonde with keen senses had joined in the group chat late, after finally figuring out how to work her new phone and keep it safe. Technology was not her strong point, and was taking a good deal of getting used to. 'Nepotisdea' quietly strolled out to the top of the bridge, wearing skinny jeans, a white shirt, a black leather jacket, and boots; might as well remain casual and keep somewhat warm. The smells were coming from under the bridge, though the girl decided she would wait for the others before suggesting they venture to a potentially dangerous or unwelcoming place. She could only guess it was a group of vagabonds trying to cook or keep warm, but there had to be a reason Eden would even bother coming here.
Her supernatural senses aided her in observing the land and seeing who and what was lurking around that area of the neighborhood. Eventually, the blonde began to walk out towards the center of the bridge, where she noticed a lone figure leaning on the rails. Silently, she would pass him by a few feet, keeping her stride slow and steady. Activating her telepathy, she would attempt to project a question towards the lone figure in a deeper tone. "Brindleberry?" she would try to question. If there was no response, she would attempt to subtly erase the words from the person's mind. However, the code word would hopefully work, and this would be no random stranger, but an ally.
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