Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet/machine guns ready to go
WHO: Jan Valentine [so_saturnalian] and OPEN.
WHERE: All around the City. He wanders. Pick any old location and he'll probably be lurking or at least passing by.
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
SUMMARY: Jan's sick of just sitting around in his hideout. Thus, he's going to wander around powerless like a complete jackass.
WARNINGS: Jan Valentine and allllll that comes with him.
FORMAT: Prose, probably, but respond with whatever is most comfortable and I'll adjust.
Jan was sick of sitting around in his unheated and not air-conditioned warehouse (which wasn't a problem until he wasn't biologically dead, another reason being human was balls), eating pizza and flicking somewhat wary glances at the door every five minutes, just waiting for the police to kick down the door and mace him. Eventually, that constant expectation got very, very old. Very quickly. He had to get out. Had to do something, and soon, because if he didn't he was going to go berserk and kill something bigger than a housecat.
So he was out and about, constantly cussing at his human condition ("Why do they have to eat all the fucking time, God." "Dammit, this 'having to sleep' shit is getting real fucking old, real fucking fast.") and otherwise trying to at least somewhat not hate the time he spent outside of his hideout. He knew the risks of being out on the city when he couldn't kick very much ass, but - well, that's the risks you take when you're actively trying not to go bugfuck insane and burn down a preschool.
[Note: Just pick some generic location in your reply and I'll have him roaming around near enough to spot them/be spotted. :>]
WHERE: All around the City. He wanders. Pick any old location and he'll probably be lurking or at least passing by.
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
SUMMARY: Jan's sick of just sitting around in his hideout. Thus, he's going to wander around powerless like a complete jackass.
WARNINGS: Jan Valentine and allllll that comes with him.
FORMAT: Prose, probably, but respond with whatever is most comfortable and I'll adjust.
Jan was sick of sitting around in his unheated and not air-conditioned warehouse (which wasn't a problem until he wasn't biologically dead, another reason being human was balls), eating pizza and flicking somewhat wary glances at the door every five minutes, just waiting for the police to kick down the door and mace him. Eventually, that constant expectation got very, very old. Very quickly. He had to get out. Had to do something, and soon, because if he didn't he was going to go berserk and kill something bigger than a housecat.
So he was out and about, constantly cussing at his human condition ("Why do they have to eat all the fucking time, God." "Dammit, this 'having to sleep' shit is getting real fucking old, real fucking fast.") and otherwise trying to at least somewhat not hate the time he spent outside of his hideout. He knew the risks of being out on the city when he couldn't kick very much ass, but - well, that's the risks you take when you're actively trying not to go bugfuck insane and burn down a preschool.
[Note: Just pick some generic location in your reply and I'll have him roaming around near enough to spot them/be spotted. :>]