[ Really, anyone with half a brain should know to stay the fuck away from Excelsior. The stories that permeated the halls of Sunset Falls described it as an amoral hellhole - which was really saying something, when they lived on top of an actual hellhole. Jeremiah had intended for this to be a quick pitstop. What could go wrong? He was only stopping in here long enough to get gas and food.
Then he's stepping out of the convivence store to screaming, and there in the center of town, is a man turning everyone into dinosaurs. and seeing some guy transforming everyone into dinosaurs. ]
Oh shit - [ is all he manages to say before the dinoman turns his attention to him. he flings the bag of chips and soda at the monsters head, turning to run, but it's not fast enough. he screws his eyes shut and braces himself for death, or to have his brain shrunk to the size of a pea -
opens them to wet, tropical heat. a pterodactyl shrieks in the distance. either time travel is afoot (unlikely, given what's all over the news) or this was a bad time to leave his passport at home.
something rustles in the grass behind him and he jumps, bringing his hands up in a strangely claw-like way. only to relax when he sees its another human, not a dinosaur-man hungry for a snack.
speaking of snacks, his stomach gives an awkward rumble he slowly lowers his hands and rubs the back of his neck. ]
... Stupid question, but you got food on you? Lost my dinner whiffing it at his head.
WILDCARD.
[ Sunset Falls is, frankly, kind of a shit place to live. Though it's by far and above one of the most affordable places anyone could live, that's probably only because someone has died in every room of every house. It's kind of a given that you don't go out at night, you don't walk alone, and you steer clear of the seedy bar downtown - and not for the reasons that you normally do any of those things. The town is full of monsters and while most of them are friendly, the ones that aren't really aren't.
But its home to all the weirdoes that don't really fit in anywhere else. It's hard not to like it.
Wildheart Tattoos may have the worst name and logo you ever did see, but it's a great place to chill out. If you want a tattoo - well, don't talk to Rem. He's been apprenticing for a while but he's yet to actually put ink to skin. He is, however, an excellent administrator. Come on in and he'll slide you a drink, opening up the book without a word and...
shutter the blinds as police sirens start going off and the tell tale signs of something going down. Chances are you're in here because someone told you to shelter in place. ]
Got an exit out the back. [ he offers. ] Wouldn't go out it until things calm down, though.
jeremiah "rem" barks | setting oc
[ Really, anyone with half a brain should know to stay the fuck away from Excelsior. The stories that permeated the halls of Sunset Falls described it as an amoral hellhole - which was really saying something, when they lived on top of an actual hellhole. Jeremiah had intended for this to be a quick pitstop. What could go wrong? He was only stopping in here long enough to get gas and food.
Then he's stepping out of the convivence store to screaming, and there in the center of town, is a man turning everyone into dinosaurs. and seeing some guy transforming everyone into dinosaurs. ]
Oh shit - [ is all he manages to say before the dinoman turns his attention to him. he flings the bag of chips and soda at the monsters head, turning to run, but it's not fast enough. he screws his eyes shut and braces himself for death, or to have his brain shrunk to the size of a pea -
opens them to wet, tropical heat. a pterodactyl shrieks in the distance. either time travel is afoot (unlikely, given what's all over the news) or this was a bad time to leave his passport at home.
something rustles in the grass behind him and he jumps, bringing his hands up in a strangely claw-like way. only to relax when he sees its another human, not a dinosaur-man hungry for a snack.
speaking of snacks, his stomach gives an awkward rumble he slowly lowers his hands and rubs the back of his neck. ]
... Stupid question, but you got food on you? Lost my dinner whiffing it at his head.
WILDCARD.
[ Sunset Falls is, frankly, kind of a shit place to live. Though it's by far and above one of the most affordable places anyone could live, that's probably only because someone has died in every room of every house. It's kind of a given that you don't go out at night, you don't walk alone, and you steer clear of the seedy bar downtown - and not for the reasons that you normally do any of those things. The town is full of monsters and while most of them are friendly, the ones that aren't really aren't.
But its home to all the weirdoes that don't really fit in anywhere else. It's hard not to like it.
Wildheart Tattoos may have the worst name and logo you ever did see, but it's a great place to chill out. If you want a tattoo - well, don't talk to Rem. He's been apprenticing for a while but he's yet to actually put ink to skin. He is, however, an excellent administrator. Come on in and he'll slide you a drink, opening up the book without a word and...
shutter the blinds as police sirens start going off and the tell tale signs of something going down. Chances are you're in here because someone told you to shelter in place. ]
Got an exit out the back. [ he offers. ] Wouldn't go out it until things calm down, though.