Another Strange Post [for March 31st]

[skintoskin]

[The device turns on as a young man walks toward it. He's wearing some sort of jacket and vest and... jeans. His hair is slicked back, he's wearing shades, and a cigarette sits between his lips. The sun is setting and it makes him seen even more striking. He looks confident, maybe even a little cocky, and when he speaks, his voice is low and vaguely reminiscent of an old Hollywood movie...]






This place is strange, wild, old. People wander the streets and go about their business, trying to create lives for themselves, make friends, establish some sense of normalcy in a City that holds you captive. A City that appears to send you away on whim. A City that calls some back with no consideration for their sanity, messing with their existence, trampling them like old papers in the gutter. It's my job to try and make things right.

[Yes, he's cursed, and by the Genre Curse. Meet Hard-Boiled Neil McCormick.]

Comments

[skintoskin]

[He doesn't actually respond to the question.]

They keep the sun out. Help keep me focused on how to stop these supposed deities from indulging in their nefarious schemes.

[totallyinaband]

Nefarious, huh?

[Good word?]

[skintoskin]

The people who run this joint don't have our best interests at heart, Stevie. They plot our lives like so many pawns on a chess board.

[totallyinaband]

First of all, dude. I draw the line at 'Stevie'.

[skintoskin]

I meant no offense, Stephen. We all have to draw a line somewhere in the sand. A line we shouldn't cross. A line that defines us.

[totallyinaband]

Yeah. Makes sense.

[What are you cursed with even, Neil. Pretension?]

[skintoskin]

[He's very serious.]

The City is a cruel place, Stephen. It'll catch you and eat you, treat you like a stray alley cat, like a bum, down on his luck.

[totallyinaband]

It can kinda be a bitch sometimes, yeah.

[skintoskin]

A bitch, yeah. A bitch in heat, humping anything that moves.

[totallyinaband]

Descriptive.

[Stephen is going to be stuck on this face all night, isn't he?]

[skintoskin]

Communication is key, Stephen, if we're going to get out of this mess. Language is so varied. I enjoy using it to it's best advantage. A shame the City can't talk. What stories it could tell...


[Yep, probably. Poor soul.]