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Who: 20_mentholkools and open
When: 3rd December, day and night
Where: Around the docks or near Gibson's Boat Rental, you choose!
Summary: Riddick's lurking around doing recon on finding a way off the island.
Warnings: None. The opening's prose, but I would prefer action tags, please!
He's been here too long. He knows it, from the way he spends too much of his time listening to the network, to all the idle chatter and questions. Lives. People had been brought here and they'd built themselves lives, got jobs, homes, as if that was what you did. Even in prison, you survived. You didn't live.
They'd said the core would hold you back. That no one left. He didn't doubt it. With information as widely known as that, there was usually some grain of truth, even if the rest built on it was lies. But no one escaped Crematoria, either. Slam City, Butcher Bay. All triple-max, and Riddick had got out. This city didn't even have any walls.
It doesn't have any ships, either. Not the sort Riddick knows. Nothing in the air, so water would have to do. And he might be a strong swimmer, by why do the work yourself, when you could get an engine to do it?
He's been watching the boats for a week now, keeping to the shadows during the day, the nearby roofs at night. It's not difficult, places as busy as this, and he knows how to not be spotted. But sometimes people in this city were too sharp for their own good.
When: 3rd December, day and night
Where: Around the docks or near Gibson's Boat Rental, you choose!
Summary: Riddick's lurking around doing recon on finding a way off the island.
Warnings: None. The opening's prose, but I would prefer action tags, please!
He's been here too long. He knows it, from the way he spends too much of his time listening to the network, to all the idle chatter and questions. Lives. People had been brought here and they'd built themselves lives, got jobs, homes, as if that was what you did. Even in prison, you survived. You didn't live.
They'd said the core would hold you back. That no one left. He didn't doubt it. With information as widely known as that, there was usually some grain of truth, even if the rest built on it was lies. But no one escaped Crematoria, either. Slam City, Butcher Bay. All triple-max, and Riddick had got out. This city didn't even have any walls.
It doesn't have any ships, either. Not the sort Riddick knows. Nothing in the air, so water would have to do. And he might be a strong swimmer, by why do the work yourself, when you could get an engine to do it?
He's been watching the boats for a week now, keeping to the shadows during the day, the nearby roofs at night. It's not difficult, places as busy as this, and he knows how to not be spotted. But sometimes people in this city were too sharp for their own good.