They tried to run, foolish humans, but none could escape Loretta’s terrible jaws once she set her sights on them. These people were weak, soft – she’d had far better chases from housecats – but there was something satisfying about sinking her teeth into these lazy humans nonetheless.
She gave the ripped open belly of her latest victim a lick before abandoning the mostly dead body for later, her nose to the ground and her ears perked up for her next target, when a severed hand sailed through the air. Instinctively, she jumped up to catch it in her jaws and gave it a good shake before dropping it and moving on.
Some tried to escape by way of the water while others headed for land. Latzu and his Taxis were doing a fine job with those who had turned to the water, but the land perimeter was further out, giving the humans more room to run. She growled and gave chase to one of the land runners with a decent head start, racing the army to the escapee with another howl of joyful exhilaration.
She won, of course, but she left the body for the Legionnaires and ran back to the docks.
Delivery (VR only)
He had made the trail a few nights earlier when he had full use of his human sense of long term goals. Now Vaughn followed that clearly marked trail with his wolf nature. The wolf in him knew that it led to food,in a manner of speaking, and expression for the pent up desires to run and bite.
And hunt.
Pausing to check the next scent, Vaughn made certain the largest portion of the pack was still with him. He then turned and set off at a quicker pace. He could smell his goal now even without his previously laid trail though that would keep him on course.
Loretta Emiliano
17 years ago
Thanos
17 years ago
There were more dead than alive now, but that only meant that the easy targets were taken care of – they would still have to get the hidden ones and chase down any runners. The prospect was exhilarating to Thanos in this state – the thrill of the hunt was on them all. Feeling a rush of playful good cheer after his latest kill, he ripped off his victim’s hand with a hard jerk of his head, flinging it behind him for someone to catch as a trophy. This grisly game of fetch would seem gruesome to him in his human form but he was as far from that as could be.
The male alpha had disappeared from sight and even now Thanos knew to find him. This proved easy enough – he followed the Sarkis’s trail to a parked vehicle and wagged his tail a little when Vaughn emerged from underneath it. The bark he got in response was clear enough – they would hunt together now. He followed swiftly behind Vaughn as they made their way down to the end of the pier, where a long white yacht floated serenely in the water.
The two wolves leaped gracefully off the pier, landing nearly silently on board the yacht. They could feel the slight disturbance they had caused, but those below (Thanos could distinguish about half a dozen different scents) would most likely think nothing of it.
The male alpha had disappeared from sight and even now Thanos knew to find him. This proved easy enough – he followed the Sarkis’s trail to a parked vehicle and wagged his tail a little when Vaughn emerged from underneath it. The bark he got in response was clear enough – they would hunt together now. He followed swiftly behind Vaughn as they made their way down to the end of the pier, where a long white yacht floated serenely in the water.
The two wolves leaped gracefully off the pier, landing nearly silently on board the yacht. They could feel the slight disturbance they had caused, but those below (Thanos could distinguish about half a dozen different scents) would most likely think nothing of it.
Stranger
17 years ago
Ugh. What a fat disgusting pig. Well, at least the pay was decent and Desiree got all the free coke she wanted. God knew she would need it to get through tonight.
She was doing a little private show for Derrick ‘The Deed’ – just a few close friends and clients in his yacht. At first she’d been reluctant to take the job but when they told her she could bring along one of the bouncers from the club (a shitty dive called The Pink Pony, nothing like the classier Babylon) and showed her the money they would pay her, she caved.
Bending over and shoving her thong-clad ass up in the air, she lowered her head to The Deed’s considerable gut, on which another line of cocaine was waiting for her. Brushing the remaining white powder off her nose, she tried to lift her head again only to find a fat, ring adorned hand holding her down by the back of the neck.
‘Hey baby, how about you give me and my friends’ their money’s worth?’
She felt her head being shoved perilously close to the fat boss’s crotch and gurgled in disgust. As if! She could hear movement behind her, probably the bouncer, and decided she would give ‘The Deed’ a little something after all. Instead of jerking up again with her head, she yanked down hard, head butting the cheap thug right in the groin before scrambling away.
That was when she felt the hot breath on her shoulder. She whipped her head around, and screamed.
She was doing a little private show for Derrick ‘The Deed’ – just a few close friends and clients in his yacht. At first she’d been reluctant to take the job but when they told her she could bring along one of the bouncers from the club (a shitty dive called The Pink Pony, nothing like the classier Babylon) and showed her the money they would pay her, she caved.
Bending over and shoving her thong-clad ass up in the air, she lowered her head to The Deed’s considerable gut, on which another line of cocaine was waiting for her. Brushing the remaining white powder off her nose, she tried to lift her head again only to find a fat, ring adorned hand holding her down by the back of the neck.
‘Hey baby, how about you give me and my friends’ their money’s worth?’
She felt her head being shoved perilously close to the fat boss’s crotch and gurgled in disgust. As if! She could hear movement behind her, probably the bouncer, and decided she would give ‘The Deed’ a little something after all. Instead of jerking up again with her head, she yanked down hard, head butting the cheap thug right in the groin before scrambling away.
That was when she felt the hot breath on her shoulder. She whipped her head around, and screamed.
Stranger
17 years ago
These girls, Dominique thought, need help. He shook his head as Desiree snorted another line of coke from the generous supply on the table in the center of the room. Wasn’t his place to stop her – he was supposed to be protecting her from these men, not from herself – but it bothered him nonetheless.
He looked toward the door – had he heard something or was he just being paranoid? He worried too much, but then that was his job tonight, wasn’t it? He decided to check it out anyway – Desiree looked to be fine and he would only step out for a second. Opening the door, he crept out into the dark hallway, then up the small metal steps that would take him above deck. He shoved the hatch open…
And was greeted with the snarling faces of two very nasty wolves.
He looked toward the door – had he heard something or was he just being paranoid? He worried too much, but then that was his job tonight, wasn’t it? He decided to check it out anyway – Desiree looked to be fine and he would only step out for a second. Opening the door, he crept out into the dark hallway, then up the small metal steps that would take him above deck. He shoved the hatch open…
And was greeted with the snarling faces of two very nasty wolves.
Diane
17 years ago
She watched as two of her pack mates dove into an open hatch after an unsuspecting victim. The smell of the blood in the air was thick as sludge but it was exciting.
She dashed after another stray human who was trying his damnedest to flee when she felt the first tell tale pain in her front leg.
'You have got to be kidding me. Not now!' She silently shouted in her head.
The pain began to increase shooting up through her bones. Immediatly she stopped her run causing her to skid in a slick spill of human blood and excrement. Turning she began to run the opposite direction from which they were headed. Going back to where they had originally came from. Faster and faster she charged all the while hoping not to be seen by the others as fleeing. Though she didn't want them to see her random pop back into a human either. It would be more mortifying if that were to happen.
Worst case scenerio they'd not recognize her and attack her as well in the frenzy. She knew that was more unlikely than just being a huge embarassment. They would know her scent.
She struggled to hold on for a few more moments as she dived behind a large stack of crates next to a rather small building. It wasn't long before fur rapidly turned back to hair and skin dominated her now fully nude body.
Blood still covered parts of her and she didnt take too long thinking about what kind of attention a naked bloody woman walking around town would create. Without anotehr though she jumped inot the cold water and began to swim. She'd find a place to crawl out where it was a little more secluded.
(ooc : dia out and swimming for shelter!)
She dashed after another stray human who was trying his damnedest to flee when she felt the first tell tale pain in her front leg.
'You have got to be kidding me. Not now!' She silently shouted in her head.
The pain began to increase shooting up through her bones. Immediatly she stopped her run causing her to skid in a slick spill of human blood and excrement. Turning she began to run the opposite direction from which they were headed. Going back to where they had originally came from. Faster and faster she charged all the while hoping not to be seen by the others as fleeing. Though she didn't want them to see her random pop back into a human either. It would be more mortifying if that were to happen.
Worst case scenerio they'd not recognize her and attack her as well in the frenzy. She knew that was more unlikely than just being a huge embarassment. They would know her scent.
She struggled to hold on for a few more moments as she dived behind a large stack of crates next to a rather small building. It wasn't long before fur rapidly turned back to hair and skin dominated her now fully nude body.
Blood still covered parts of her and she didnt take too long thinking about what kind of attention a naked bloody woman walking around town would create. Without anotehr though she jumped inot the cold water and began to swim. She'd find a place to crawl out where it was a little more secluded.
(ooc : dia out and swimming for shelter!)
Vaughn Emiliano
17 years ago
Pulling the hatch open would have required some maneuvering with the cooperation of Thanos in this form. It would slow them down but not appreciably. Vaughn felt a small tug of impatience and growled a low warning at the inanimate object. It moved!
Briefly startled, the Sarkis backed up onto his haunches, wondering what kind of threat might be coming through the opening. He stared, stunned motionless, in incredulity as the scent of a solitary human reached his nose. Recovering from the initial surprise, he waited for the door to open fully before leaping square into the chest of, unfortunately for him, his vigilant victim. Turning his head to the side, the leader of the Vyusher R'asa allowed his shoulder to take the main force of the contact which shoved the human awkwardly back against the small opening. It was a tight fit but he managed to squeeze through, leaving Thanos to finish off the man and follow at his convenience.
Vaughn had dropped down into the hatch almost silently and the human drama continued to unfold without paying him any notice for several moments. The human in charge seemed closer to porcine DNA than any other mammalian missing link. Greasy, slimy and loathsome, "The Deed"Â? as he styled himself, was the fast food of human kind. The Sarkis felt his lip curl upwards in a snarl of disgust.
Leaping gracefully onto the table, Vaughn then used the occupied stripper as a human ramp to the considerable girth that was this petty underworld boss. His lean but well muscled weight forced the already off balanced woman simultaneously downward and into Deed. Vaughn could feel her sliding away underneath him, his front paws pushing hard on her bare back for purchase. He simply watched The Deed from his shifting perch for several long seconds, taking in, in an almost ritual way, what made this guy worth something in the human world. The man ruled by fear, Vaughn could sense it and see it in everything around the man. The huge boat, the excess of money and girth, all intended to intimidate and impress. Derrik the Deed thought of himself as larger than life, bigger and better than those who worked for him. Vaughn would have sneered in disdain if he could. The man was no one, not important at all.
They would have to find someone higher up on the food chain than this fattened goldfish who swam about importantly in his little bowl.
He lunged for the large man's throat, leaping off the stripper and landing on Deed's chest. The petty boss gurgled in surprised terror, his dying expression one of wide eyed shock and yes...fear. Vaughn was not interested in further partaking in this sorry meal; he calmly descended from his victim and peered around the boat at the rest of its occupants.
The Vyusher R'asa message should be clear...there was a new breed in Nachton. A wholly different animal and this one was far more dangerous.
Briefly startled, the Sarkis backed up onto his haunches, wondering what kind of threat might be coming through the opening. He stared, stunned motionless, in incredulity as the scent of a solitary human reached his nose. Recovering from the initial surprise, he waited for the door to open fully before leaping square into the chest of, unfortunately for him, his vigilant victim. Turning his head to the side, the leader of the Vyusher R'asa allowed his shoulder to take the main force of the contact which shoved the human awkwardly back against the small opening. It was a tight fit but he managed to squeeze through, leaving Thanos to finish off the man and follow at his convenience.
Vaughn had dropped down into the hatch almost silently and the human drama continued to unfold without paying him any notice for several moments. The human in charge seemed closer to porcine DNA than any other mammalian missing link. Greasy, slimy and loathsome, "The Deed"Â? as he styled himself, was the fast food of human kind. The Sarkis felt his lip curl upwards in a snarl of disgust.
Leaping gracefully onto the table, Vaughn then used the occupied stripper as a human ramp to the considerable girth that was this petty underworld boss. His lean but well muscled weight forced the already off balanced woman simultaneously downward and into Deed. Vaughn could feel her sliding away underneath him, his front paws pushing hard on her bare back for purchase. He simply watched The Deed from his shifting perch for several long seconds, taking in, in an almost ritual way, what made this guy worth something in the human world. The man ruled by fear, Vaughn could sense it and see it in everything around the man. The huge boat, the excess of money and girth, all intended to intimidate and impress. Derrik the Deed thought of himself as larger than life, bigger and better than those who worked for him. Vaughn would have sneered in disdain if he could. The man was no one, not important at all.
They would have to find someone higher up on the food chain than this fattened goldfish who swam about importantly in his little bowl.
He lunged for the large man's throat, leaping off the stripper and landing on Deed's chest. The petty boss gurgled in surprised terror, his dying expression one of wide eyed shock and yes...fear. Vaughn was not interested in further partaking in this sorry meal; he calmly descended from his victim and peered around the boat at the rest of its occupants.
The Vyusher R'asa message should be clear...there was a new breed in Nachton. A wholly different animal and this one was far more dangerous.
Thanos
17 years ago
The wet sound of a throat being torn out of his victim’s neck resonated in the cramped hallway, and Thanos stilled, waiting for retaliation with a mouth full of blood and flesh. When no immediate response came, he continued with his work of disemboweling the unfortunate soul who had opened the hatch for them, moving his head and jaws in quick but calculated darts and thrusts. Ripping open the abdomen of his now unmoving victim, he then nudged the entire body over on its side, spilling fluid and entrails on the hard wood floor of the boat.
He sniffed once, then followed Vaughn deeper into the boat.
He sniffed once, then followed Vaughn deeper into the boat.
Loretta Emiliano
17 years ago
Loretta observed the two males disappear into the bowels of the yacht but had no interest in following them. The thought of climbing into that tiny craft made her hackles rise, and she didn’t doubt that Vaughn and Thanos could find their own way. Her unofficial duty, meanwhile, would be to patrol the perimeter, breathing in the fresh air mingled with the metallic scent of blood as she ran.
Seeking out Latzu, she gave several short barks, the equivalent of laughter, when she finally spotted their military leader. He was drenched to the bone, but no less dignified for it – what amused her was the veritable pile of bodies that he stood on, like a puppy playing king of the mountain. He gave a wet shake in response, then jumped down, giving a low ‘woof’ to his nearby packmates who, she was pleased to be, snapped to attention, their jaws dripping with blood. She let them carry on without her, moving on to the pines to ensure none escaped alive.
Seeking out Latzu, she gave several short barks, the equivalent of laughter, when she finally spotted their military leader. He was drenched to the bone, but no less dignified for it – what amused her was the veritable pile of bodies that he stood on, like a puppy playing king of the mountain. He gave a wet shake in response, then jumped down, giving a low ‘woof’ to his nearby packmates who, she was pleased to be, snapped to attention, their jaws dripping with blood. She let them carry on without her, moving on to the pines to ensure none escaped alive.
Stranger
17 years ago
Desiree’s scream was abruptly cut off when the dog – no, the fucking –wolf- - jumped on her, shoving her unceremoniously into The Deed’s considerable gut. She made muffled cries of pain as claws dug into her back, writhing and squirming in an attempt to get away. She felt one paw leave her shoulder, then another as the wolf climbed onto The Deed; with a little more struggling she was able to escape.
Only to meet the eyes of a second wolf, who stared at her over the mangled corpse of one of the boss’s friends. She didn’t have it in her to scream again; instead, she shuddered violently and crawled backward, toward the closet. Even when one of the others took a chair and broke it over the second wolf’s back, he never took his eyes off of her as she wormed her way into the closet.
She shut the door, encasing herself in complete darkness, and listened as the carnage went on around her, the sounds interrupted only by her sharp, whimpering gasps for breath. She would never know how long she stayed there, curled in a ball among the rubbery boots and piles of rope, half hidden behind a large black coat, but after what seemed like a very long while, she realized that everything had gone quiet. She could hear the water slapping against the sides of the yacht, but otherwise it was deathly still. Reaching out, she pushed open the door with one hand; her other arm was still wrapped tightly around her knees.
Then she heard a rumbling growl, and saw those piercing, knowing eyes staring back at her. With a choked sob, she slapped the door, and cried.
Only to meet the eyes of a second wolf, who stared at her over the mangled corpse of one of the boss’s friends. She didn’t have it in her to scream again; instead, she shuddered violently and crawled backward, toward the closet. Even when one of the others took a chair and broke it over the second wolf’s back, he never took his eyes off of her as she wormed her way into the closet.
She shut the door, encasing herself in complete darkness, and listened as the carnage went on around her, the sounds interrupted only by her sharp, whimpering gasps for breath. She would never know how long she stayed there, curled in a ball among the rubbery boots and piles of rope, half hidden behind a large black coat, but after what seemed like a very long while, she realized that everything had gone quiet. She could hear the water slapping against the sides of the yacht, but otherwise it was deathly still. Reaching out, she pushed open the door with one hand; her other arm was still wrapped tightly around her knees.
Then she heard a rumbling growl, and saw those piercing, knowing eyes staring back at her. With a choked sob, she slapped the door, and cried.
Polemarch Latzu
17 years ago
Latzu surveyed his team’s progress from his perch atop several corpses that a few of the Psiloi had worked together to take on with great success. He barked sharply at two Legionnaires who apparently thought that now that every human in sight was dead, it was play time. They immediately dropped the severed arm they had been tugging back and forth and ran over to join the rest of their group, who were checking for signs of life among the bodies. While Latzu understood that a little play boosted morale and camaraderie, it was important to remember discipline at all times. He wasn’t against fun – he just insisted that it be productive fun.
The female Alpha chose that moment to make her presence known – it wasn’t until he heard her barking that he realized he was unwittingly indulging in a little humor himself. Torn between amusement and annoyance, he called the two who had been playing back to him before they could get too far, and led them to continue cleaning up the scraps.
A final howl would let his army know when it was time to leave; Latzu felt confident, after seeing the disciplined display tonight, that everyone in the Legion would follow his command.
The female Alpha chose that moment to make her presence known – it wasn’t until he heard her barking that he realized he was unwittingly indulging in a little humor himself. Torn between amusement and annoyance, he called the two who had been playing back to him before they could get too far, and led them to continue cleaning up the scraps.
A final howl would let his army know when it was time to leave; Latzu felt confident, after seeing the disciplined display tonight, that everyone in the Legion would follow his command.
Stranger
17 years ago
Desiree had to go to the bathroom.
She’d been in the closet for what felt like hours. Her legs ached and she was pretty sure she had snot in her hair from all the crying – it certainly seemed to have gotten everywhere else, in spite of her efforts to clean herself off on the coat in the closet. Her cheeks felt raw and sore. Having to pee this badly was just adding insult to injury.
She’d considered trying to go in one of the rubber boots, but ultimately decided against it. For one it would be difficult at best and messy at worst to attempt, and for another she didn’t particularly want to be trapped in here with a boot full of piss. The main reason, though, was that a part of her believed there was a way for that wolf to get into the closet, and she didn’t want her life to end with her pants around her ankles, trying not to get pee all over the place while she did her business.
She hadn’t heard a sound from outside the door, but she knew the wolf was there, waiting for her. Stalking her. Whose patience would give out first? The wolf wouldn’t care where he pissed, and if he wanted a meal…
She shuddered at that thought, then sniffed mightily. She wasn’t going to be able to wait him out. For some reason that realization calmed her, perhaps because that knowledge made everything so much more straight forward. She had a choice; she could hide in here until she pissed herself and died anyway, or she could try to fight. What did she have to lose?
With a grim set to her mouth, she stood, groaning as the position applied new pressure to her bladder. Even her kidneys ached now. She took several deep breaths and counted to three, stretching out that last number for an extra second of hesitation before slamming open the door with a guttural cry, ready to take on whatever was on the other side.
The wolves were gone. Inside the yacht there were nothing but bodies.
Desiree sobbed once, then let out a half hysterical laugh before stumbling and tripping over the corpses, making a beeline for the head. Slamming the little door closed with her foot, she yanked off her g string and sat down on the toilet, peeing and sobbing with relief and terror.
Her legs were numb before she felt able to get up again and face that room with all the torn up bodies. Pins and needles screamed down her thighs all the way to her toes and she held onto the door knob until her circulation was back to normal.
Back in the room, she realized she would need something to wear before she left the yacht. There was no chance of finding her clothes again, and even if she did they would be covered in gore. She thought of the coat in the closet – it was a little snotty but she thought it would serve. At least that was what the reasonable part of her said. The rest of her had turned to jelly at the thought of going near that awful closet.
Eventually reason won out, though her heart was racing by the time she made it back to the other side of the room and she thought she might faint before she snatched the coat off its hanger. The only thing that might have stopped her from fainting was the thought that if she passed out, she would fall inside the closet, face down in the boots. She wrapped the coat around herself, and continued out into the hall.
A weak ‘oh’ was all she managed when she saw Dominique, the bouncer, sprawled out in front of the ladder leading up to the hatch. She told herself that she had just assumed he had escaped, but she knew that was a lie; she had forgotten all about him. Guilt flooded her. How could she think of having to pee and what to wear when there were dead bodies all around her? When one of them, at least, belonged to a friend? She spun on her heels, rushing back to the bathroom to vomit.
This time she didn’t make it to the head.
Wiping her mouth, she set off again, crying a little but determined to get off the yacht. When she opened the hatch, she was surprised to find daylight steaming in. Blinking as her eyes adjusted, she crawled out onto the deck.
Hours later, after the corpses had a chance to bake in the morning sun, the police found her, face down and unconscious not three feet from the hatch. The final sight of carnage up and down the dock had finally proved too much for her; she had fainted dead away. She told her tearful story again and again before she was sent home by a frustrated police station; it seemed they didn’t believe her when she said that wolves had killed all those people, and the fact that subtle details in her story kept changing only cast more doubt on both her character and her accounting.
The police didn’t believe her, but that didn’t stop her from putting the word on the street.
/ooc everyone out!
She’d been in the closet for what felt like hours. Her legs ached and she was pretty sure she had snot in her hair from all the crying – it certainly seemed to have gotten everywhere else, in spite of her efforts to clean herself off on the coat in the closet. Her cheeks felt raw and sore. Having to pee this badly was just adding insult to injury.
She’d considered trying to go in one of the rubber boots, but ultimately decided against it. For one it would be difficult at best and messy at worst to attempt, and for another she didn’t particularly want to be trapped in here with a boot full of piss. The main reason, though, was that a part of her believed there was a way for that wolf to get into the closet, and she didn’t want her life to end with her pants around her ankles, trying not to get pee all over the place while she did her business.
She hadn’t heard a sound from outside the door, but she knew the wolf was there, waiting for her. Stalking her. Whose patience would give out first? The wolf wouldn’t care where he pissed, and if he wanted a meal…
She shuddered at that thought, then sniffed mightily. She wasn’t going to be able to wait him out. For some reason that realization calmed her, perhaps because that knowledge made everything so much more straight forward. She had a choice; she could hide in here until she pissed herself and died anyway, or she could try to fight. What did she have to lose?
With a grim set to her mouth, she stood, groaning as the position applied new pressure to her bladder. Even her kidneys ached now. She took several deep breaths and counted to three, stretching out that last number for an extra second of hesitation before slamming open the door with a guttural cry, ready to take on whatever was on the other side.
The wolves were gone. Inside the yacht there were nothing but bodies.
Desiree sobbed once, then let out a half hysterical laugh before stumbling and tripping over the corpses, making a beeline for the head. Slamming the little door closed with her foot, she yanked off her g string and sat down on the toilet, peeing and sobbing with relief and terror.
Her legs were numb before she felt able to get up again and face that room with all the torn up bodies. Pins and needles screamed down her thighs all the way to her toes and she held onto the door knob until her circulation was back to normal.
Back in the room, she realized she would need something to wear before she left the yacht. There was no chance of finding her clothes again, and even if she did they would be covered in gore. She thought of the coat in the closet – it was a little snotty but she thought it would serve. At least that was what the reasonable part of her said. The rest of her had turned to jelly at the thought of going near that awful closet.
Eventually reason won out, though her heart was racing by the time she made it back to the other side of the room and she thought she might faint before she snatched the coat off its hanger. The only thing that might have stopped her from fainting was the thought that if she passed out, she would fall inside the closet, face down in the boots. She wrapped the coat around herself, and continued out into the hall.
A weak ‘oh’ was all she managed when she saw Dominique, the bouncer, sprawled out in front of the ladder leading up to the hatch. She told herself that she had just assumed he had escaped, but she knew that was a lie; she had forgotten all about him. Guilt flooded her. How could she think of having to pee and what to wear when there were dead bodies all around her? When one of them, at least, belonged to a friend? She spun on her heels, rushing back to the bathroom to vomit.
This time she didn’t make it to the head.
Wiping her mouth, she set off again, crying a little but determined to get off the yacht. When she opened the hatch, she was surprised to find daylight steaming in. Blinking as her eyes adjusted, she crawled out onto the deck.
Hours later, after the corpses had a chance to bake in the morning sun, the police found her, face down and unconscious not three feet from the hatch. The final sight of carnage up and down the dock had finally proved too much for her; she had fainted dead away. She told her tearful story again and again before she was sent home by a frustrated police station; it seemed they didn’t believe her when she said that wolves had killed all those people, and the fact that subtle details in her story kept changing only cast more doubt on both her character and her accounting.
The police didn’t believe her, but that didn’t stop her from putting the word on the street.
/ooc everyone out!