Typical
Time: Some time after the alarms Location: the streets Closed starter with: @ghcstmcth
Despite the cacophony of sounds still blaring all around though it had all begun some time ago, he still felt the sound of each step so foreign. It wasn’t the pavement nor was it the massive open sky, but the fact that each step was followed by nothing. The echo he’d come to look for where ever he went had all but abandoned him. Strange how a change of environment could challenge but also disappoint. Here lay an expanse, crowded with tall buildings though it was, yet the people that inhabited it had minds as small as the space was grand. It was no wonder one man had managed to dominate. It too was no wonder the man had chosen to rely on machines rather than his own people.Â
As if in answer, the threatening sound of a Sentinel hovering above the rooftops, scanning dumpsters and back alleys, made Luca turn into the next street over. Walking under cover of eaves he made his way aimlessly searching for an entry to the Gutters that wouldn’t involve crawling through muck. The jacket he wore was too nice.Â
It was then he spotted her, right as she paused by a large window. Typical, he thought as he neared closer. Â
“Shopping for parts during a Sentinel hunt,” his tone disinterested and pointedly judgmental. Â
