Post by Alistair Price on Jul 16, 2011 1:47:53 GMT -5
Bludhaven, the twisted sister city of Gotham. Under most circumstances Alistair wouldn't be here even for a job, but this particular job he had just finished was paying better than anything he'd had all year. So, here he was on the uptown streets of one of the most dangerous cities in the U.S. of A. Honestly, he was expecting more action during his two day stay. He only had three run-ins with any crooks so far, and they were all just common thugs--nothing Price couldn't handle.
It was night time now, and Alistair was feeling a little restless. He thought about just hitting some local pubs and throwing back a few brews, but then another thought popped into his mind. Why waste a perfect opportunity to check out the baddies of a new city by doing something he could do back home? So, Alistair raced back to his hotel room, pulled on his black T-shirt and black boots that went all the way to his knees and partially covered his leather-like black pants with a big lizard decal on each leg, and then he slipped his black leather belt through the loops of his pants and headed for the door. Finally he threw on his big trench coat that was of a dark green color with a grey outline of a basilisk's head on the back.
Basilisk took to the rooftops, running and leaping all over town looking for something exciting, but apparently this was a bloody slow night for crime. I mean, it was almost as if there had been some sort of secret memo passed around that he was coming into town and everyone needed to lay low for a couple nights. He only stopped one petty thief from robbing a convenience store, and then he started to walk back toward his hotel.
"Well, that was a bust." He thought aloud, but then suddenly he felt like something bad, something dangerous was coming his way. Being a lizard animorph provided Alistair with more than just superhuman performance, it also gave him a bit of a sixth sense for danger. ~What's this?~[/i] He asked himself mentally, coming to a sudden halt on the sidewalk.
It was night time now, and Alistair was feeling a little restless. He thought about just hitting some local pubs and throwing back a few brews, but then another thought popped into his mind. Why waste a perfect opportunity to check out the baddies of a new city by doing something he could do back home? So, Alistair raced back to his hotel room, pulled on his black T-shirt and black boots that went all the way to his knees and partially covered his leather-like black pants with a big lizard decal on each leg, and then he slipped his black leather belt through the loops of his pants and headed for the door. Finally he threw on his big trench coat that was of a dark green color with a grey outline of a basilisk's head on the back.
Basilisk took to the rooftops, running and leaping all over town looking for something exciting, but apparently this was a bloody slow night for crime. I mean, it was almost as if there had been some sort of secret memo passed around that he was coming into town and everyone needed to lay low for a couple nights. He only stopped one petty thief from robbing a convenience store, and then he started to walk back toward his hotel.
"Well, that was a bust." He thought aloud, but then suddenly he felt like something bad, something dangerous was coming his way. Being a lizard animorph provided Alistair with more than just superhuman performance, it also gave him a bit of a sixth sense for danger. ~What's this?~[/i] He asked himself mentally, coming to a sudden halt on the sidewalk.
