09-30-2018, 12:50 AM
Whew. Nothing there except the murky splash splash of water underfoot. Luckily, Rune's boots were waterproof. The laces cinched up tight above the ankles. Uncle Seth always said it was of paramount importance to take care of your feet and nothing rotted your toes off faster than sock-rot. Yummy. So, waterproof shoes it was. These bad boys slapped their way through worse than a water run-off ditch. Rune wasn't worried.
Then again, she was a little disappointed that she'd have to track this killer a little bit farther. The dead cop's money was burning a hole in her pocket and she was absolutely HANGRY. Seriously. Dying for a cheeseburger. With bacon. Mmmm bacon.. There was one silver lining to this terrible cloud. That was the fact that a STANCH like a mix of a moldy fruit and fish left in a trash can on a hot day chipped away at her appetite.
A hand pressed to the flat of her stomach, she adjusted the mask over her nose and readied herself. Baby was aimed in one hand as she proceeded crossed with the mini-flash beam in the other so that they pointed in the same direction. She was on the way, curious as to what she'd discover at the end of the trench when a little plop thudded ever so softly behind her.
Now it was a bad idea to sneak up in the dark on someone holding a gun. More so when that someone was bloody HANGRY. Luckily, Rune was pretty well fixated on the moldy fish stink and nothing like that barged in on her senses from the newcomer.
Rune whipped about, beam of light drenching a figure in light.
She didn't look threatening. Rune wasn't a trigger happy Atharim, nor did she really spook easily, but she wasn't lowering her aim any time soon either.
"I think you might be lost." She'd not be able to tell Rune was grinning except for the sounds of humor twisting the sound of her voice.
Then again, she was a little disappointed that she'd have to track this killer a little bit farther. The dead cop's money was burning a hole in her pocket and she was absolutely HANGRY. Seriously. Dying for a cheeseburger. With bacon. Mmmm bacon.. There was one silver lining to this terrible cloud. That was the fact that a STANCH like a mix of a moldy fruit and fish left in a trash can on a hot day chipped away at her appetite.
A hand pressed to the flat of her stomach, she adjusted the mask over her nose and readied herself. Baby was aimed in one hand as she proceeded crossed with the mini-flash beam in the other so that they pointed in the same direction. She was on the way, curious as to what she'd discover at the end of the trench when a little plop thudded ever so softly behind her.
Now it was a bad idea to sneak up in the dark on someone holding a gun. More so when that someone was bloody HANGRY. Luckily, Rune was pretty well fixated on the moldy fish stink and nothing like that barged in on her senses from the newcomer.
Rune whipped about, beam of light drenching a figure in light.
She didn't look threatening. Rune wasn't a trigger happy Atharim, nor did she really spook easily, but she wasn't lowering her aim any time soon either.
"I think you might be lost." She'd not be able to tell Rune was grinning except for the sounds of humor twisting the sound of her voice.