AFTERNOON 1 - Hobo Wranglingpinchmonster
To: Bae
From: Queen C
omg i heard a noise
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To: Bae
From: Queen C
like voices
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To: Bae
From: Queen C
im gon diiiiieeeeeee
The impending sunset (early, it was fall and not even 5pm yet) brought a chill and brought
noises. Cee heard voices and footsteps, and very suddenly felt not as safe as she had during the daylight hours.
She didn't yet summon her weapon, as she carefully paced the halls and clutched a flashlight. Each creak made her head dart even when they were her own feet. Cee acted like cops in every movie she'd ever seen, holding the flashlight as a gun as she peered and darted around corners, making attempts to step quietly down dilapidated stairs, mentally trying to separate the environmental noises from everything else.
On the ground floor she heard feet again. She heard whispers. Shadows bounced wildly out of a doorway, set against bright orange beams of fading sunlight. A figure, a body, a mass of
some kind went past the door. She heard a raspy voice as she neared and then a muffled cackle.
"Hello?!" Cee had her phone out in the other hand, as if it were also a deadly weapon, and she was recording.
Shuffling. Cursing.
But she was in the doorway harsh sun beams hitting her in the face, making her wince and cover her eyes with the flashlight hand.
"We ain't doin nothin!"
Cee peered through a gap in her fingers to find two homeless people, wrinkled emaciated faces amongst layers of ragged clothing and dirt stained coats. The long greasy grey hair on each was decieving but a beard marked one as a man and one as a woman.
"Fuuuhck.." Cee's shoulders slumped. "Get the ******** outta here."
"Whatsat?" The man spoke, pointing to her phone. "You filmin us? We ain't doin nothin! We ain't got nothin lady!"
Being told
not to do something only egged Cee on to continue. "******** scumbag squatters.. I told ya ta get out. I'm security fer this joint ok? Overnight shift."
"You don look like no security.." The homeless woman's voice was like sandpaper. She was pushing some kind of plastic bags behind her on the floor as she crouched, and her words came through like she was sucking on a losenge or candy.
"What you got?" Cee's head bobbed to the bags which were further pushed away. "Huh?"
"Nothin!" The man scrambled across the floor to snatch for the bag but realized the woman had taken whatever they were hiding. "Bette? ******** b***h.." His attention had wavered from the threat, Cee, to his companion. In classic addict fashion his priorities had switched and his world revolved around whatever drug they had and
where was his.
Cee snapped photos, the hobos arguing, zoomed on the bags they tried to hide. The temptation to film a hobo street fight was strong but Snap's weight pressed pointedly and reminded her where she was and why. This was a mission and not for fun.
"Gimme whatever you got and get the ******** out." Cee approached and both vagabounds scrambled on their knees or butts, scrambling away with grubby hands clutching their prizes.
"We're goin!" They were making for the window, closer and closer, and Cee pursued with sure steps. She stepped on something, it cracked under her boot.
She glanced down.
FEAR ********." <********."
Simultaneously she and the hobos cursed. Both realizing that they each knew what it was.
A flash.
A scramble.
Cursing.
The sound of Snap and the glow of runes.
Cee was left alone. Snap, summoned only a moment to snag desperately at the retreating rags, disappeared when the homeless dropped their drugs.
She retrieved the bag of FEAR candy, a few little pieces, snapped some photographic evidence, and slipped it into her coat.
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To: Bae
From: Queen C
My bad just hobos lolol
