Realistic or Modern ☠WETWØRKS☠ - Additional IC

[Aldur]

Wind is blowing, and it's dry. Sea gulls were flying up above, some rested their wings on top of the buildings. The sea was rising and falling, vast and monotonous. It dragged itself over and away from the eerily empty beaches - only spent needles and spent shells, spent condoms and spent hopes. Sometimes, you could find the occasional owner of these things washed up by the tide, or what remained of him.


The sunset, as ever, was the most beautiful thing this city had to offer. A crimson streak above the sea, with an orange, setting sun. The glimmering of the water engaged in a peaceful dance on the waves. But enough was enough. The picturesque view reflected on Ethan's glossy helmet as he was resting on his 1985 Suzuki GSX-R750. Was it really his? He didn't pay for it, that's for sure. He grabbed his little Mossberg death-dealer and cocked the pump just enough to see if he didn't forget to feed it a healthy dose of buckshot.


In one motion, he stood up from the bike and turned towards the building. It was show time.

 

[B E E S]

Judith Grey

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Judith grimaces at the smell of the cigarettes that litter the apartment hallway's floors. She's never been a big fan of smoking, and finds that she'd be far happier if no one enjoyed it either. The hallway to the apartment is dingy. Smoke fills the air, and mould lines the walls. She sees some apartment doors kicked down, blood along the walls, while others have small 'W's' painted over them, indicating that those practicing the oldest business of sex run theirs here.


As Judith walks, she is reminded that she has a job, and thus she picks up her pace, searching for the nearest staircase. Once she finds that she makes her way down, and grimaces as she feels herself step in something wet that smells distinctly like piss. The place seemed nicer on her way to the couple's room. When she finally gets to the lobby she's pleasantly surprised to see that the sun is setting. That means she's still on time. Judith had decided to camp out at the bar because it was close to where she needed to be. She'd decided to go to the couple's house because it seemed like a more fun way to pass the time. She makes her way towards the building and slips on her gas mask. A smile creeps onto her face.


"Time to party." she says, letting out a laugh.

 

[gogojojo331]

(Wish I could be like you cool guys, but oh well)

A 'Good' Day


Present day, 2016


Time 8:19 PM


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Kyle Brockman sat on the couch in his house, trying to take a nap. eyes closed, he could still hear the people in the apartment over and below him. Ms. Jonson was having another argument with her wife, something about food and the like. The room to the right of him was full of 'rockers' practicing for their next gig. He would have has no problem with it...if they were actually good. God help them, they weren't. He had had a long day at the 'office' at the birds HQ. He moved a bit on the couch, and winced in pain. His back hurt. Some idiot tried to get the drop on him. Lucky hit. Kyle was happy he didn't get his spine broken. He looked to his left, and saw some of the 'Painkillers' the Birds of Prey give to their agents on his dirty counter. He was 100% sure they were a mixture of every narcotic known to man. He decided to wait the pain out because the 'painkillers' were probably not gonna help him anyways, and B) they were too far away. He looked at his phone to his left. The light blinked. Someone had left him a message. He decided to wait until they called him again. To see if they really needed him.